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Don't Tell Me What You See || 01

HIDING

Warnings: NOTHING. Just slight angst, so far...

Pairing: ??? BTS x reader

Author's notes: Any guesses on who her soulmate could be?

Let me know what you think. I'd really appreciate feedback!

“How much longer are you two going to be? I’m tired.” A voice sounded from the back of the room where a body laid across the couch in partial sleep.

“Hyung— I tell you every time, you don’t have to come.” The tall brunette mumbled, while spinning his chair from the sound board to look at the other male.

You muffle a chuckle when you hear an unintelligible slur of words respond back.

“Taehyung, why don’t we pick this up next time? You guys are filming tomorrow anyways, so you should get some sleep.” You suggest leaning against the wall, with tea in hand.

“I know, but this song is so close to being done, and I just really want to finish it for ARMY.” Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, turning himself back around to face the monitors.

“ARMY understands that you want this to be perfect; what they won’t want is you stressing yourself out over it.” You state matter-of-factly; walking over to him and placing a hand on his right shoulder.

“You’re right.” He sighs again “As always... But can you check out this part one more time?”

“Alright. Then we’re calling it a day.” You say firmly.

Taeyhung rolls his chair over to the left so you can reach the set of headphones hanging on a stand. As you’re listening to the part in the track he requested, you lean over the desk to reread the lyrics the three of you wrote down during the recording session. The track ends and you take off the headphones, placing them on the desk.

You turn around and cross your bare arms over your chest, as you go to speak without looking at either boy.

“Honestly I think-“ you start.

“Y/N… you have a yellow balloon….” Yoongi cuts you off.

You look up shocked. As you make eye contact, you realize all three of you have the same shocked expression.

Your breath hitches as you instinctively reach over your shoulder to touch where your soulmate tattoo sits on your back.

“Uh… yea. Kind of random right?” You fail to play off with a slightly too nervous chuckle. “Of all things, a yellow balloon.”

There's a moment of silence before Yoongi stands from the couch and begins speaking.

“Do you know who-?”

“N-“ You try cutting off the question, but Taehyung interrupts you.

“Liar.” He barks, with an aggression laced in his voice that makes you jump. “You can’t lie to me, so don’t try now.”

You look away from your twin flame, chewing on your bottom lip, unable to face him.

“How long have you known?” He demands.

You take a deep breath, failing to come up with a plan to weasel your way out of the conversation. This is not one you wanted to have, ever. If only you hadn’t taken your sweater off.

Normally you’re more careful hiding your soulmate mark. Always wearing things that hide it, and leaving your hair down. You never wanted anyone to find out about it.

“Y/N” Taehyung warns, when you take too long to answer.

“I don’t know, like two months?” You exclaim, throwing your arms into the air as you walk away from your position against the desk.

“TWO MONTHS?!” Yoongi practically shouts in disbelief. “You’ve known for two months and you haven’t told him?!”

“Oh right, because it's so easy to tell someone, who blatantly says he wishes he didn’t have a soulmate and hates the whole concept of it, that I’m his soulmate.” The words rush from your mouth before you can stop them. “I’ve never even talked to him before. I don’t think he’s even noticed me. You get what that means right? Our bond is dulled because of his hate for it.”

“Trust me, Y/N. I know that’s what it seems like, but he doesn’t hate it.” Taehyung counters “He doesn’t trust it, he’s been used before because of it. People have used it to try to get things from him. He’s just hurt.”

“A lot of people have been hurt by having a ‘soulmate’, Tae. We don’t all choose to hurt our soulmates because of it.” You make your way over to the couch, not trusting your legs to keep you standing up.

Both boys stay quiet staring at you unsure of what to say to defend their friend without damaging the current situation. You interlock your hands, leaning forward in your seat.

“-Please,” You finally say, staring at your hands. “Don’t tell anyone.”

They glance at each other, worry evident on their faces.

“You have to promise me you wont tell anyone, especially him. He can’t find out.” You look at them, faces completely blank.

Your twin flame nods slowly, nudging his hyung to agree.

“We promise.” Yoongi finally says.

“Just promise us, that if anything happens you call us.” Taehyung begs.

“Ok, fine.” You nod. “You guys should go now.”

Yoongi and Taehyung grab their things and make their way to the door, both mumbling a goodnight as they exit the room, shutting the door behind them. You are left with the realization that your secret is out. It had been weighing on you for the past two months like carrying the whole country on your shoulders. However, the change and the panic that came with it weren’t something you were ready to face.

Leaning back on the couch, you stare at the ceiling and fall back into that memory from 2 months ago which you so desperately have tried to erase.

Teaser || Galaxies

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 02

GALAXIES

Warnings: NOTHING. Just slight angst, so far...

Pairing: ??? BTS x reader

Author's notes: Any guesses on who her soulmate could be?

As I'm sitting here eating BTSxMcDonalds Meal, I figure "why not?". So here you go!!

**flashback**

Maybe only having 4 hours of sleep last night was a bad idea. The thought crossed your mind as you made your way into the Bighit building.

You had stayed late last night in the studio, furiously working on a track with one of the lead producers. It was around 1 in the morning when you finally finished, closer to 2 by the time you lay down and allowed your eyes to wander shut. You had to work in the morning, lucky for the other producer, they did not.

So there you were, 4 hours of sleep, coffee half finished in hand walking down the long hallways of the enormous building.

As you made your way past the dance practice room, you heard the faint beat of a song. A song you had helped work on for BTS. You couldn’t help yourself as you noticed the door was open a crack, you had shuffled your way over to the opening to catch a peak of the choreography.

You peered into the room; the world slowed down. All sounds became deafeningly quiet; your heart beat had been the only thing you could hear. Having nothing to keep you grounded, everything faded to the man dancing and the soulmate mark on his right hip.

There was nothing you wanted more in this world than to look away. To stop staring at the yellow balloon that had screamed at you from across the room. You watched him glide along the floor with ease, his oversized grey t-shirt moved to expose the tattoo over and over again. You begged yourself not to look up, not to look at his face. However, your body betrayed you. Ever so slowly your eyes trailed up, as you braced yourself for what you hoped would never happen.

Yet it did.

The world fell away as you involuntarily began to hold your breath. Galaxies filled your view, the colours reflecting in your eyes. You shoot past celestial bodies following the golden thread, approaching its anchor: a figure standing in the middle of the universe on a mirrored disk, encircled by the golden trace, snaking its way into his shirt. He smiled off into the distance, not noticing you. You admired his silhouette, until you were pulled away forcefully and the air had rushed back into your body. You crashed back to reality; back into the hallway of Bighit, to the realization of what had just happened.

Your own yellow balloon soulmate tattoo felt incredibly warm on your shoulder. You began to panic, body turned to ice, eyes darted anywhere and everywhere. Unable to focus on anything, the body finally decided to do something about the situation. It had one answer; drop your coffee and run. You sprinted towards your studio to have a minute in the safety of the secluded room.

With panic risin you could feel yourself slipping into a panic attack, you pushed your legs to keep going. To get away from your soulmate, but you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings and crashed into a large, solid body. You fell to the ground and looked up quickly to apologize.

“I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” You said out of breath. Warmth began to re-enter your body, the soulmate tattoo cooled and you felt like you could finally catch your breath.

“Uh-its ok.” The deep voice eventually responded, clearly shocked by not only being barrelled into at top speed but something else…something that you could only have described as adoration.

“You’re-“ He began but was cut off by a voice calling him from down the hallway.

Your body chilled once again, breaking you out of what little comfort you had felt by the man in front of you. You stood up, once again apologizing and continued to the studio, not daring to look back again. You managed to get inside the studio and shut the door. You sat on the floor, back to the door as you tried to regain your breath; regain your bearings.

You’d found your soulmate.

You’d thought leaving home, moving countries even, would have lowered your chances of finding your soulmate. The only thing you associated with soulmates was pain. The madness that it could lead to. The promises you’d made to yourself if you had ever found yours.

But that’s when you felt it. The pain, almost unbearable. You felt your soul mirror crack, then crack again and again. Why? cracks, already? What happened? As the pain disappeared a new pain developed. And you realized, you had completely your half of the bond. He should have noticed, he should have felt the pull when you saw him.

It’s an unstoppable moment for soulmates. When one sees the other, the other feels it and will look for their soulmate. They’ll go through the soul journey and see each other at the end.

But he didn’t. He didn’t feel anything. You went through your journey alone. You felt numb at the realization; he had closed off his side of the bond. There had to be some type of explanation but you couldn’t think of one that could satisfy your mind.

Then the mirror pain came again, another crack. Not only did he not feel you but now he was rejecting the bond. That’s what it was, he was rejecting the soulmate bond.

Soul mirrors only crack when one side verbally refuses the bond, but not fully rejects it. Things like “I wish I didn’t have a soulmate”, “this soulmate bond thing is stupid”, “I hope I never find my soulmate”; you learned these things in school. You were taught all about soulmates and how not everyone had one, and even twin flames, which were almost unheard of now.

You looked up at the monitors and realized your meeting is supposed to start soon. Slowly you picked yourself back up, pain slipping away you decided you’d talk to him; find out why. Why the bond was so weak on his end and find out his story, but first: make it through the meeting without anyone realizing something was wrong.

You adjusted your clothes and quickly brushed your fingers through your hair. You whisked your laptop off the desk and hugged it close to you. You gave a little prayer that the meeting would be quick.

What you failed to think about was the male you had crashed into.

——

“Who was that?” Yoongi asked as the younger walked over to him in a daze.

“Umm, I’m not sure,” scratching his moppy black hair. “But hyung…..”

“What?” Yoongi eyed him curiously.

“I think she’s my twin flame.” He stated, taking a deep breath while he glanced back to where you had run off.

“Seriously? Those are said to be extremely rare Tae, are you sure?”

“Trust me hyung, I felt it and so did she.” He expressed calmly.

Both boys stared down the corridor for what felt like an eternity, when a voice suddenly broke through their confused stares.

“You guys are finally here! I’ve been practicing by myself for over an hour and I think I’ve got most of it down now.” The light cheery voice exclaimed. “Are you guys ok?”

Yoongi broke out of his trance first to give Tae’s shoulder a push before replying.

“Yea, yea, we’re fine.”

Bright eyes looked at them quizzically, not really believing the older.

“Un, let's go practice now.” Taehyung said, leading the way into the dance studio. “Why don’t you show us where you're at so far before the others get here.”

“Ok!” His eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled brightly before he began to dance.

Hiding || Her Side

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 03

HER SIDE

Warnings: NOTHING. Just slight angst, so far...

Pairing: ??? BTS x reader

Author's notes: Any guesses on who her soulmate could be?

Silence envelopes the two men, sitting in the darkened company car.

With this new piece of information rattling in their minds, they were reluctant to leave the office. They hadn’t spoken to each other once they’d left you in the studio.

“She’s hurting, hyung.” Taehyung eventually breaks the silence.

“Nn.” Was the only reply.

“He’s hurting her… and he doesn’t even know it” The younger says, mostly to himself.

“Nn.”

“What are we going to do?” Turning to face his hyung.

“I honestly don’t know.” Yoongi sighs. “It's frustrating. He’s so lucky to have her”

“But he’s hurting her” Taehyung restates.

“He doesn’t know it’s her.” Yoongi counters

“Maybe if he did, he’d stop…” Taehyung thinks out loud.

“We promised. You of all people can’t break that promise.” Yoongi shuts down immediately.

Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh, slouching further in his seat. He resumed staring out the window, mumbling to himself.

“Yea, we promised……….. we promised not to tell him.” His face lights up when he comes to the realization of what exactly they had promised to you. “If he comes face to face with her. Interacted with her I’m sure he will realize”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Yoongi says, shaking off the younger’s hand. “She already avoids the other boys like the plague.”

“What if we talk to Bang? Ask her to work on the next single with us?” The younger explains further.

“You don’t think she’d suspect us having a hand in that?” Yoongi responds unsure.

“Namjoon-hyung and Hobi-hyung have been dying to work with her. This time, if they bring it up, we just say it’s a good idea!” Taehyung exclaims definitively.

“I don’t know. ” The older, still uncertain of y/n’s reaction.

“Please - hyung,” Taehyung begs “I can’t see her hurt anymore. Knowing all those ‘stomachaches’, convulsions, panic attacks are actually because of the soulmate bond, I can’t sit back and do nothing.”

Sitting in silence, Yoongi thinks back to all those times you kicked them out of the studio because you ‘weren’t feeling well’. Now he was realizing just how much you had downplayed the pain you were in.

Yoongi himself never received a soulmate tattoo, so he didn’t completely understand the extent that you were going through. However, his gut was telling him there was more to it.

“Ok. I’ll do it, but if anything goes wrong, I’m stepping in.” Yoongi says finally. “I’ll take her side.”

“I know hyung.” Taehyung sighs with relief. “Thank you”

The rest of the ride home was met with silence once again.

Galaxies || Face To Face

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 04

FACE TO FACE

Warnings: NOTHING. Just slight angst, so far...

Pairing: ??? BTS x reader

Author's notes: Any guesses on who her soulmate could be?

.........I know what I did

** 4 weeks later **

You steady yourself outside the conference room, the closed door looming in front of you. Today you meet the other members of BTS.

Last week Bang P.D. asked you if you would be willing to work with the group on their next single. When asked ‘why you’, his response was that Namjoon and Hoseok had wanted to work with you as well and they all agreed this would be a great time. To Which you ended up agreeing.

So here you are now, standing in the hallway, staring at a door. Terrified, not only of working one-on-one with the biggest boy-group in the world, but with your unknowing soulmate.

While rooted in place, you hear a voice behind you.

“Y/N” One of the P.A’s bound up to you cheerfully, arms full of snacks. “Are you heading into the meeting too?”

You can only laugh in response as she’s struggling to maintain balance, so you just nod.

“Do you need a hand?” You ask as you reach forward to steady her, taking half of the snacks.

“Thank you!” She smiles. “Let's head in then”

You follow in behind her as she walks to the large table in the center of the room. She places the abundance of snacks on it, which you do as well.

“Firefly!” Taehyung calls from across the room, making you look up. You smile as he comes towards you, enveloping you in a hug, to which you return.

“I’ll be right here the whole time.” He mumbles into your ear before pulling away.

You are just about to say thank you, when Bang PD enters the room followed by a couple of the other boys. You all take your seats. He starts talking about possible collabs, the next album and current promotions. You munch on a bag of chips Yoongi passed to you, trying your best to not let your eyes wander. Only allowing yourself to look at Tae, Yoongi, Bang PD or your chips.

Out of your peripherals, you can see him sitting across the room. One foot on the couch and the other stretched out to the floor. His attire being a white baggy long sleeve t-shirt, black and white track pants, and currently no shoes. His black cap rests on his knee, while his black and white shoes are thrown on the floor next to the couch.. The others are dressed similarly, so you assume they have dance practice scheduled today.

Tearing your thoughts away from his figure you focus back to Bang PD’s words.

Eventually the topic turns to the single, and you.

“Y/N, can you please come over here and introduce yourself?” He beckons.

Taehyung gives you a reassuring smile and a double thumbs up. You roll your eyes, attempting to keep yourself from laughing. You make your way to the front of the room.

“Hello. My name is Y/N, I am Producer Q.” You plaster on your biggest smile. “I’ll be working with you from now on. I am really excited about this project.”

You make a point to make eye contact with each member, leaving the worst for last. You turn your head to the left, looking at the loveseat placed against the wall, where you know he is sitting.

You steel yourself into resolve. If he doesn’t feel anything, neither will you. You make eye contact, nod your head and quickly look back to PD. He motions for you to return to your seat.

Planting yourself back next to Tae, he places his right hand on your knee, which makes your body relax.

“You did great.” He encourages, whispering into your temple. You breathe deeply, allowing yourself to fully relax into the back of your seat, Bang PD talking logistics and going over details.

As much as you are thankful for your twin flame's presence and the warmth from his hand still on your knee, you can feel it. The eyes staring at you from across the room. You’ve felt them since you entered the room, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You have been avoiding looking in his direction, apart from your introduction.

You knew, if you made eye contact again with his brown, mesmerizingly warm eyes, you would lose yourself.

Right now it was about work. Not about this one-sided messed up situation, and you’d be damned to let an opportunity like this slip past you.

In my defense, they did come face to face. It just might not have been how you thought. HOWEVER, I am super curious about who you think it is. I've had a lot of guesses sent to me, and they've all been really good.

I promise the reveal will be soon!!

****Things to think about before the reveal. 1) the banner photo gives a lot away 2) there may or may not be something in the tags

Her side || Truth Untold

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 05

TRUTH UNTOLD

Warnings: NOTHING. Just slight angst, so far...

Pairing: ??? BTS x reader

Author's notes: Any guesses on who her soulmate could be?

I’m sorry in advance, but I had to split this one into two. ✌🏻🥺💜

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Laughter bounces off the walls of the recording studio. Both you and Jin are doubled over in a failing attempt to stop laughing. Your fits of laughter worsen with each glance up at Namjoon . You were crying and wheezing, unable to catch your breath. Jin wasn’t faring much better. Namjoon however, was still sitting in his chair facing you two with a look of embarrassment mixed with confusion.

In an attempt to show off his excitement for the track you had worked on and the mix with Jin's vocals, the God of Destruction forgot he had the cordless mouse in his hand. Which ended up with him throwing it across the room, barely missing you as you ducked. The mouse shattering against the far wall on impact.

You all stood there, completely frozen until Namjoon spoke.

“I have a spare just in case this happens again.”

You and Jin then looked at each other, both coming to the realization that destroying his mouse had happened before. Most likely, more than once. The thought of which then sent you both into your currently painful laughing session.

You found it a lot easier to work with Jin and Namjoon than with Yoongi and Tae. You felt at ease, no worries about having to throw yourself a ‘my soulmate doesn’t want me’ pity party; Where you spent most of the time talking the boys out of exposing your secret, compared to actually working on tracks. With Jin and Namjoon you actually worked on tracks. You were grateful for the distraction.

You got to know the boys, finally being able to appreciate them not just as members of BTS, but as individuals. That’s what spending 6 hours together in the studio would do.

You were now at the soundboard, adjusting instruments on the track, both men sitting on the couch behind you eating instant ramen.

The topic casually turns away from the track as you work, and on to more personal things.

“I met my soulmate 2 years ago.” Jin explains “I met her while walking around Seoul, she had just moved back.”

He goes into detail about their short “dating period” and how she was the one to demand their relationship become ‘official’. He felt the same way but had been too nervous to bring it up, so of course he was super excited. He mentions his plans to propose to her after his military service.

“I met mine too” Namjoon chimes in “almost a year ago”

He had met his soulmate at an art exhibit opening night. They were both super shy about the whole thing, so they decided to take it really slow. They started as friends and then eventually went on their first date, which both parties managed to make it awkward. However once they got over that and had a good long conversation about it, they have been official for around a month.

“What about you, y/n?” Jin asks, “Do you have a soul mark?”

“Uh, yea I have one.” You smile shyly.

“Can we ask what it is?” Namjoon’s interest peaked.

A voice echoes in your mind, repeating those piercing words from yesterday. “Why did I have to have a soulmate? Things would be a lot easier for me if I didn’t. This whole thing is stupid. I can’t do anything I actually want because I ‘have to be careful of my soulmate’ I just want to live, Namjoon. I just want to feel.”

“If it’s ok with you guys, I’d rather not say.” You reply, unable to come with any explanation.

You hear shuffling behind you, before one of them speaks again.

“Do you not want to meet your soulmate?” Namjoon asks quietly, making you pause mid thought.

You push back from the soundboard and spin your chair to face them.

“It’s not that exactly,” you try to organize your thoughts. If this conversation is going to continue you have to come up with a plan. So, you settle on a vague truth. “It’s more like I’m not sure if I want to know?”

“Like you’re afraid of who your soulmate is?” Jin asks cautiously. Clearly trying to decipher your answers.

“Or what your soulmate will think of you?” Namjoon adds.

“I think there are a lot of uncertainties when it comes to having a soulmate. I’ve seen it do great things for people and I’ve seen it do…. not so great things.” You reply, meticulously picking your words. “Some people like Yoongi who don’t have a mark, wish they did and some who have it wish they didn’t. But who’s to say which is better.”

“Our pasts dictate our decisions now. That’s how I’ve gotten to where I am now, just like all your decisions have affected you along the way. Which is what has made you have faith in your marks and bonds. From what I’ve seen, bonds can make it hard to see right from wrong. I guess I’m more worried about how having the bond will affect me. Positively or negatively. Each bond is different for a reason.” You finish.

You can see each boy going over your words. Namjoon nods to himself in understanding. Jin looks up from his lap with a sorrowful look in his eye.

“Umm Tae told me you lost your brother because of his mark…” he trails off, unable to formulate his questions.

“Yea.” You confirm “My brother's soulmate killed him.”

Namjoons head shoots up in surprise.

“Y/n, I-“ Jin starts

“It’s ok.” You reassure him. “It’s not a secret. And it happened, there’s nothing I can do to change that. I’ve accepted it, I grieved and now I’m continuing on with my life as my brother would have wanted. Reaching my dreams.”

You give them a big smile, gesturing to the studio room. You are reaching your dream. Your brother always supported your music and here you were, working with top artists in the industry.

“So, if we’re done with the sappy, share-my-feelings fest-- I have an idea for the bridge.” You shudder. “And I’d like to get this done before I have to deal with two more boyscouts tomorrow.”

They both let out a nervous chuckle and walk over as you begin to explain your idea.

Maybe these boy scouts weren’t so bad.

The next morning you are waiting in the studio, already working on the track. Late last night you had a stroke of inspiration, from which you left yourself voice memos. You were itching all morning to get back in and work on it, not allowing yourself to wallow in your anxiety. The boys had decided to come in as pairs, thankfully that would mean you weren’t going to be alone with your soulmate. However, you had no idea who was pairing with whom.

You fidget constantly, your nerves bubbling up. There’s a knock at the door. You take a deep breath before getting up from your seat and making your way over to the door. Placing your hand on the door knob, you hesitate. Quickly giving yourself a pep talk you open the door only to have a large heavy mass fling itself at you, almost knocking you off balance.

“Firefly!” Taehyung sang, firmly glomped to you.

“Hi Tae.” You respond, petting his moppy hair. You look over his shoulder to see the other figure. “Hello, Hoseok.”

“Hello, Y/N.” He greets you warmly.

“Alright, alright. Get off me,” You try to push the younger off of you, “we have work to do.”

You walk back over to your chair to ready the track for the boys’ first listen. Hoseok sits down on the couch, while Taehyung opts to stand next to you.

“Are you going to be ok with all of this?” He asks quietly.

“It is what it is, Tae.” You sigh. “I just want to focus on work, please.”

He peers over his shoulder to the older boy.

“Ok, y/n. Work it is.” He beems back at you. “Hit it!”

After the boys listen to the partial track a few times, they begin to work on their suggestions and adjustments, sending Tae in and out of the booth trying and reworking vocals. 3 hours into the session, Taehyung starts to lose focus.

“Firefly,” He whines from the couch. “will you go with me to the new light show this weekend?”

“Of course. What time is it?” You ask, not bothering to look away from the monitors.

“It doesn’t start ‘til 11pm.” He replies.You think for a moment.

“Ok, only if we can go to - “ You start.

“[Y/n’s favorite restaurant's name]” you both say in unison, as he walks over to you and you stand up.

Smiling, you hear chuckling from across the room. In making plans for the weekend you both seem to have forgotten that there is another person in the room.

“You guys seem really close.” Hoseok comments. “I don’t get how that happened so fast. Tae normally takes ages to warm up to people.”

You blink in confusion, turning to look at Taehyung. For the two of you it had been obvious, your twinflames recognized each other instantly. However, Yoongi was the only person you both had told. Only now did the realization that neither of you had actually told anyone else dawned on you.

“Ooooooooo,” Taehyung finally responds. “Hoseok-hyung, this is Y/N L/N, my twinflame.”

You nod in agreement, as you make eye contact with his hyung.

“Tae, that's amazing!” He exclaims excitedly. “ I’m so happy for you guys! Does anyone else know?”

“Only Yoongi, I guess we forgot to mention it to anyone else.” You laugh in response.

Over the rest of your session, Hoseok asks more questions about the twinflame bond.

You knew previously that Hoseok was a cheerful, bright and bubbly personality, but to see him in the studio was a whole other experience. His attention to details, his ability to understand the vibe of a song and keep Tae focused was impressive to say the least. His confidence on stage rivalled his confidence in the studio. It made your heart flutter, to watch him in action.

As time ticked on, the boys agreed that they should head back to the dorms for the day. They packed up their stuff, and you mentioned that you would be staying a little longer. Negotiating with Tae on when you would be leaving, he finally agrees.

You walk to the door with them to say goodbye.

“Y/n, I would really like it if we could get together sometime, outside of the studio.” Hoseok gives you a hesitant smile.

“I’d like that too.” You smile back at him. He gives you a brief hug and then walks away. Your heart flutters again at his physical comfortability with you.

Arms engulf you in a warm, gentle hug from behind.

“You’re doing great, Firefly.” Tae says before walking away to catch up to his hyung.

You sigh to yourself, now alone in the room. You can do this. You can do this.

The next day you arrive later than you originally planned. You had spent the morning psyching yourself up for the day. Which apparently took longer than intended.

You realize the studio door is unlocked; the next pair of members are already in there. You shake off the tension rising in your body before opening the door.

Yoongi is standing in front of the soundboard with headphones on. You smile to yourself, staring at him, to the point you forgot there is someone else in the room. A throat clears next to you, making you tense a little. You turn to see the blonde shaggy haired man standing up from the couch to greet you.

“Hi, I’m Jimin.” He says politely. “Sorry for being in your studio already. Tae gave us your passcode.”

“It’s ok, I was meaning to give it to Yoongi anyways.” You reply back, still staring at his hyung. You begin making your way over to the older, but turn back mid walk. “Y/N, by the way.”

Jimin stares at you as you walk over to his hyung. You lean against the desk, so Yoongi will see you but not to interrupt him. Yoongi looks over to you, nods and takes the headphones off.

“This is really good.” He comments. “You’re doing a great job, Handling yourself...really well.”

He eyes you up and down suspiciously. You aren’t looking half as bad as he thought you would be. You place a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m handling everything ok so far.” You agree. “Besides, between you and Tae, It feels like I’m being chaperoned. What, will both of you be here tomorrow?”

“Don’t test us” He chuckles threateningly.

Jimin watches your interaction intently.

Yesterday during dinner, Taehyung had told everyone that you were his twinflame. Hoseok was jumping with excitement and the rest were cheering for him. They all noticed how unfazed Yoongi was by it. So, they assumed that the older one already knew and the way you two interacted seemed to prove their suspicions

“You guys ready? Let's do this.” You push Yoongi out of the way and take a seat in your chair.

A few hours later. Yoongi pipes up about running over to his studio and grabbing some equipment.

“I’ll be fine.” You say as he looks at you wearily. He tells Jimin he’ll be back in a couple minutes and leaves the studio.

“Jimin, do you think you would be able to cover background vocals for Jin here?” You question turning your head to the right. Without you knowing he had moved from across the room to stand next to you. You jump a little.

“Yea, I think I can do that.” He smiles at you brightly. “So, you’re Tae’s twinflame...and Yoongi-hyung’s best friend now?”

You laugh at the apparent situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Weird right?” Keeping the conversation light.

“I’m guessing you know Tae has a soul mark?” He asks. You had a feeling this was going to come up.

“Yep, we talked about it during our first real interaction.” You stated, thinking back to when you ran right into Taehyung the first time you met. “I’m happy for him. He deserves someone who makes him truly happy. Him and Yoongi both.”

Jimin remains silent for a little while. You go back to switching through effects on the soundboard.

“Do you have a soul mark?” He inquires. Your breath hitches for a moment, hands frozen in place before answering.

“Mhmm.” Was all you said.

“....have you met them yet?” He continues. You push your chair away from the desk, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest. Facing him, you eye him suspiciously.

“My bond hasn't been completed.” You ghost around the truth.

“But you want to meet them?” He pushes.

Thinking carefully you answer, “I think at this point in my life, if I meet them, I meet them and if I don’t I don’t.”

He nods his head in understanding.

“How about you?” You turn the conversation away from yourself.

“Not yet, but if -” He’s cut off by Yoongi entering the room.

“So, I had another idea about adding synths into the chorus.” The older states, setting up his equipment.

“Sounds good.” You smile again at Jimin before turning to Yoongi.

How many more times are you going to have to dance around your truth? It was so much easier when no one noticed you or cared enough to ask. Tomorrow. You just have to get through tomorrow. That’s the only thought keeping you going.

You just have to make it through today. You had days booked off after today. You were moving into a bigger apartment now that you could afford. You got the keys yesterday, planned to finish packing tomorrow, and actually move things in the following days. Escaping your matchstick studio apartment was something you've been excited about and it was finally happening.

You are mixing Jimin and Jins vocals together with your headphones on. You were deep in thought when a hand landing on your shoulder makes you jump.You fling the headphones off your head and quickly look up to see your twinflame smiling at you.

“Seriously Tae, I almost had a heart attack.” You exclaim clutching your chest trying to breathe again.

“I’m sorry, Firefly.” He manages to wheeze out between laughing.

You look over his shoulder to see Jungkook standing shyly in the doorway. Shoving a still laughing Taehyung out of your way, you make your way over to the youngest member.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You greet warmly.

“Jungkook.” He replies sheepishly.

“Why don’t you come in and we can get started.” You gesture into the room. He nods at you and heads in.

When he walks past you, you notice a smaller figure behind him. You shift your weight onto one side and cross your arms over your chest, giving the figure a once over, you smirk.

“Ah, you would be chaperone number 2 then?” You remark.

“I told you not to test us.” Yoongi replies following the younger.

You roll your eyes and close the door behind him.

The four of you work diligently on the track, making Jungkook try vocal run after vocal run. He’s more than willing to do anything you throw at him. Eventually, you have enough good material locked in. The track wasn’t set to be released for a couple of months, leaving you with plenty of time to fine tune it with the help of the others.

Thankfully over the course of these 7 hours, you had managed to avoid talking about anything soulmate related. The youngest member eventually relaxes in your company, opening up about himself and glueing himself to you. He began following you around the studio, sitting next to you or near you at all times. Surprisingly, you enjoyed it a lot more than you would have thought. Warmth spreads through you whenever you catch him staring.

“Is it ok if we call it a day?” You ask, rubbing your temples. “I still have a lot of packing to do.”

“Still not finished?” Yoongi asks from the desk.

“No, I didn’t realise I had so much stuff.” You sigh in frustration.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook perks up from beside you.

“Y/N is supposed to be moving tomorrow.” Taehyung responds for you. “I can come over and help you finish packing tonight.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to...” You whine.

“I may not be able to help you actually move into your new place but I can at least help you finish packing and cleaning.” He sulks.

“I’m coming tonight too, I’ll bring food.” Yoongi chimes in.

“I love you guys!” You cheer, the thought of free food changing your mood.

“Are you going to be ok moving everything on your own?” Yoongi asks.

“It’ll take me a while, but I think I can manage.” You nod to yourself.

Yoongi and Tae look at you skeptically.

“Look Tae, you have filming and Yoongi you are working with that new solo artist.” You remember, standing up from the couch and walking toward them. “I’ll manage on my own really.”

“Can I help, Y/N?” Jungkook quietly questions from behind you. You turn to look at him.

“Kook, you really don’t need to.” You try to dissuade him.

“It’s really ok!” He replies. “I’m not working on anything and neither are some of the others. We can help!”

You stare at him unsure.

“C’mon Firefly, let them help you.” Taehyung pleads, knocking his hip into yours. You squint at him suspiciously. Not noticing Jungkook typing away on his phone.

“Please? We can help.” He says excitedly. “Jimin-ah, Hobi-hyung and Jin-hyung said they can help as well.”

He holds his phone out to you, showing you the replies in the group chat.

“I don’t know-” You start.

“Please..?” He fake sniffles, staring into your eyes, a pout forming on his lips.

Warmth spreads to your cheeks, unable to maintain eye contact you look away quickly.

‘Damn, he’s really cute.’ You think to yourself. You peer over at him, he’s still staring giving you big sparkly eyes and his bunny smile, making you smile in return.

“Aish, fiiiiine!” You groan in defeat, eyes rolling. “You can help.”

“Yaaaaay” His big, doe eyes shining brightly, as he starts to text the chat again.

What have you gotten yourself into...

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 06

SPOKEN

Warnings: NOTHING. Just slight angst, so far...

Pairing: ??? BTS x reader

Author's notes: Any guesses on who her soulmate could be?

TA-DA. This one I found really hard to write, but I managed somehow 🤦🏻‍♀️

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It was weird seeing everything you own in boxes…again. The first time when you moved to Korea and now again. Even weirder was seeing 4 out of 7 members of BTS moving boxes out of your apartment. You were used to Yoongi and Tae showing up unannounced at your place, but you never had the other members over before.

“I think everything will fit in the rental truck, Y/N.” Jungkook announces as he re-enters.

“I really hope so, Kook.” You sigh. “I don’t want to have to make 2 trips, and I’d like to unpack some boxes tonight.”

“Don’t worry,” He remarks, picking up more boxes and heading out. “We’ll make it work.”

You sigh to yourself, looking at the last box sitting in the middle of the studio floor. Picking up the box and walking out the door, you turn around one last time. You had amazing memories in this little place, but you were excited to create new ones in your new place.

You drop your keycard into the apartment manager's mailbox on your way through the lobby. Jin is the first to notice you as the boys come into view, Jimin and Hoseok in the truck playing the largest game of tetris you’ve ever seen. Jin walks over and takes the box from you.

“I think we’ll have to put a few of these lighter ones in a car.” He comments. You nod in agreement.

“I have to drive the truck, but I also have to get my car over to the new place.” You mention. “So, we can put them in my trunk… I’ll just have to come back later to grab my car.”

“Or, you drive the truck, someone else can take your car and I’ll bring mine.” He offers. “I drove everyone here anyways.”

You watch as Jungkook and Jimin manage to close the truck door and latch it, chewing on your cheek, mulling over his suggestion.

“I can drive your car, Y/N.” Hoseok says as he walks over to the two of you.

“Ok, that works.” You shrug.

“I want to go in the truck with Y/N!” Jungkook exclaims excitedly jumping over to his hyungs. You can’t help but smile, this boy will be the death of you.

“Alright, Jungkook goes with me.” You laugh, before anyone can argue. Jungkook swings off his hyungs and over to you, landing incredibly close behind you.

“Let’s go Bunny.” You grab his wrist pulling him along with you to the truck, throwing your car keys over to Hoseok..

The three other’s stand there dumbfounded at Jungkook's apparent clinginess.

“Well that’s-” Jin started.

“Weird….that was weird.” Hoseok finishes.

“I mean how did Jungkook-” Jin starts again.

“No idea.” Hoseok's confusion was evident on his face. Eyeing the truck suspiciously.

“C’mon guys, we have to follow them!” Jimin yells from the passenger side of your car, waiting for the door to be unlocked. Both the older men look at each other and head to the cars.

You and Jungkook climb up into the truck, and hand him your phone.

“I’ve set the new address into the GPS already.” You chime. “Ready?”

“Ready, Captain!” He salutes you. You roll your eyes and laugh.

On the way to your new place you and Jungkook blast music and sing along, him obviously sounding way better than you.

You were nervous to begin with being around Jungkook. The younger being super shy, barely making eye contact with you. Him, only responding to questions and never actually speaking directly to you. He opened up faster than you expected, and the more time you spend with him, the more you welcome his puppy-like antics. He isn’t as physically touchy as Taehyung, but he is more verbally and spatially needy than your twinflame. Even on days when you feel like you are suffocating under the weight of work and your broken soul mirror, you couldn’t bring yourself to force him away. He was a distraction and a light you didn’t know you needed. His main goal seemed to be to make you laugh and bring a smile to your face. Going out of his way to catch your attention, wanting nothing more than you to focus solely on him. Which you are more than happy to oblige in his neediness.

Pulling into your new apartment complex, both vehicles follow behind you, you pull the truck up to a loading/unloading parking spot near the front.

Climbing out of the car, you point to visitor parking for Jin and yell at Hoseok your parking number for your underground parking stall. Both cars drive away, leaving you and Jungkook to open the truck. You talk about ordering food before Jungkook unlocks the padlock on the door. The other boys regroup and start making their way over to you. You climb up onto the truck to pull the door up, your foot catches on the door as it unhinges, knocking you off balance.

The world moves past you in slow motion, both feet coming out from under you. You close your eyes and hold your breath, waiting for your impact with the cement.

However, it's not the ground you feel yourself collide with, but arms. Two arms cradle your body, you slowly peek an eye open to look at the figure holding you.Your heart flutters, his face so close to yours, the closest it’s ever been, blinded by his infectious smile. You smile back, just as wide.

“Hi.” His smile widens.

“Hi.” You manage, out of breath. Smile growing wilder, you stare into his eyes. You start to feel shy, as he’s staring back just as intently.

“Y/N, ARE YOU OK?!” Jungkook breaks the moment.

You turn your head to look at him, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“Yea, I’m fine Bunny.” Your feet feel the ground again, legs feeling a little weak. The arms that were once carrying you, now holding on to your arms to help you stay upright.

“Thank you.” You say, regaining your bearings on solid ground.

“It’s ok, Y/N. As long as you’re alright.” Hoseok beams.

Jungkook ushers you away from the truck to stand beside him and Jimin. You begin to breathe normally again.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere?” Jimin finally speaks up, concern written all over his face.

“I promise I’m fine, just scared me for a minute there.” Unable to do anything but laugh. “Let’s just get this done ok?”

You're too busy looking up the door code on your phone to notice the look the boys share.

💜♾💜♾💜

You look around your new living room; furniture and boxes arranged in piles according to the room. You did it; all of your stuff now here and the truck returned, you just had to unpack.

“I can stay and help, Y/N” Jungkook says coming out of the bathroom.

“Bunny, you don’t have to.” You protest.

“I know I don’t have to,” He rolls his eyes. “I want to.”

“Jimin and I can stay too.” Hoseok announces from the hallway to your bedroom.

You turn to Jin, who is in the kitchen. He looks at his phone.

“Sorry guys, I have dinner plans tonight.” He gives you an apologetic smile.

“That’s ok, I think we can handle it.” You reassure him.

“I should head out now. How are you guys going to get home?” Jin asks his younger members.

“We can call a cab or we can walk. It’s not too far from the dorms.” Jungkook suggests.

“OR, I can drive them back.” You intervene.

“Ok.” Jin agrees, grabbing his jacket and heading to your front door. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

You walk back into your kitchen, where all three members are now waiting for your orders.

“Maybe we should get food first?” You offer. “My treat?”

“How about Jungkook and Jimin go grab food and bring it back here” Hoseok counters. “You and I can start unpacking.”

“Yea, we can grab the food. What about that sushi place down the street we drove past?” Jimin chimes in.

“That will work, let's go hyung!” Jungkook starts to pull Jimin out of your apartment before you can argue with them about payment.

“Come here, y/n '' Hoseok beckons to you from the center of your living room. You look over at him as he starts pushing the furniture to the outskirts of the room. You eye him suspiciously as he walks over to your entertainment system. He turns your portable speakers on and connects a cell phone.

You continue to stare at him as he reaches a hand out towards you. He waits for you to take it. Music starts playing and you smile, reaching out to take his hand.

(play song)

He twirls you twice before pulling you closer to dance together. You start to laugh.

“I thought we were supposed to start unpacking.” You try to scold him.

“And we will, after you relax.” He replies cheekily. Placing a hand on your lower back and the other intertwining his fingers with yours, spinning you both around your vacant living room.

Jungkook may give you a sense of warmth and comfort, but Hoseok gives you this overwhelming urge to relax, the air around you eases out of all tension.

Almost like Taehyung, he could tell when you are overthinking, most likely by your posture, or the way your eyes don’t stop darting around. Regardless, he could tell and when he does, he makes it a point to break up your inner chaos. Like right now, forcing you into an impromptu dance session.

Sunshine was an understatement when describing Hoseok. Your heart always flutters, when he beams literal sunshine at you with a single smile. His confidence from the stage seeps, into the studio, into his everyday life.

Like Jungkook, you enjoyed your time with Hoseok, becoming close with him just as fast. Where Jungkook was cute, Hoseok was handsome. Where Jungkook leaned into being more shy, Hoseok's confidence shone through. Both being extremely beautiful humans, that demanded attention from everyone in the room. Sometimes you had a hard time looking either of them in the eyes, other times you couldn’t look away.

However, each boy brought about different emotional responses from you. Some deeper than others.

When Hoseok twirls you again, you notice the other two boys standing in the kitchen, containers of food sprawled out on the island. One watching with amusement on his face, the other you couldn’t exactly place, but it wasn’t as friendly as their normal gaze.

The playlist continues playing, even when Hoseok spins you over to the island. You laugh as you catch yourself on one of your bar stools. Him following behind you.

You look at all the sushi laid out in front of you and realize that they bought all your favourites.

“How?” You mumble.

“Jimin texted Taehyung-hyung on our way over to the restaurant.” Jungkook answers.

Pausing unpacking plates for the group to eat off of, Jimin looks up at you and smiles. Your skin begins to tingle when you make eye contact.

“Thank you, Jimin.” You smile warmly. He nods in return and continues rifling through the box.

The four of you scarff down the food and come up with a plan for unpacking. Because the boys didn’t know where you would want things, they’d be the muscle to move the furniture around and place things where you instructed.

💜♾💜♾💜

While watching the three boys scattered around your living room, unpacking boxes you had given them, a sad smile makes its way onto your face. You are more than happy to have them here, it's just a little bittersweet. Thinking about what their reactions would be if they knew. One reaction in particular makes you feel uneasy. You feel guilty for keeping it to yourself, but there is too much to tell. You are too far gone in your lies.

But they don’t know...

They don’t know about all the nights you spent crying, doubled over in pain. Tae and Yoongi by your side, holding you in their embrace. Telling you things like ‘It’ll stop soon’, ‘breathe’ and ‘hold on’. Begging you to tell your soulmate that it’s you, so this can all stop. Because everytime this happens, they hurt with you. You’re not the only one going through something, you aren’t alone in your pain. You know if they could take away any of your pain and bear it themselves, they would. It makes you feel like a monster for putting them through it. If you could, you would go back in time and stop them from finding out. You would choose to do this alone, to suffer in silence.

You watch as they move around your place, with smiles on their faces, light banter filling the air. Watch them interact with each other, with their brothers, their family; you’re afraid of what it might also do to the group. You assume that your quick connections with each member are mostly due to being Taehyung's twinflame. They open up to you easily because of their close relationships with Tae, and by extension, you as well. They would be pissed to say the least.

You don’t want them to hurt, none of them. You will have to make a decision on whether you will let the cracks consume you completely, leading you down a path of madness.

Opening a box on the far side of the room, you notice a picture frame. It contains one of the most happy and heartbreaking moments of your life. The picture is of you, your parents and your older brother at a traveling amusement park that came to your town back home. It was the last picture you had taken of your brother; that night was the last time you saw your brother alive.

Your brother had rejected his soulmate, but not completely. He never officially went to a Kosmos reader to reject the bond. His soulmate would beg him to let her in, to fulfill the bond, but your brother knew things about his soulmate that no one else did. She was mixed up with some really dangerous people, addiction running through her veins. He would tell her that if she recovered they could try, that right now he couldn’t accept her. Telling her no countless times, her mirror cracking over and over and over again, until there were almost no remnants of it left. She was thrown into a madness so dark she took your brother's life...and then her own. Soul madness can be an unrelenting, vicious and manipulative force that drives the individual to do things they never would have before. You couldn’t blame your brother for saying no, and you couldn’t blame her for the outcome. Especially now..

Placing the framed picture on the bookcase in front of your Charles Dickens collection, a gift from your brother, your eyes lingered a little longer. Turning back to the box you continue packing, joining in the ongoing banter.

Jokes are made, some at your expense and some at Hoseok’s. The cheerful mood of the room forces you out of your dark memories.

What you fail to notice is the pair of hands and eyes that meticulously inspect every item they unpack, Scanning over the sentimentality you might have attached to it, before asking you nonchalantly where it should go. The same eyes that watch you closely as you occasionally look back at the family photo and smile. His eyes feel drawn to the picture, but he’s not willing to ask about it.

He doesn’t know what’s too far with you yet, what secrets you are willing to share with them or what Taehyung only knows. Taehyung seems to know everything about you, and that makes him feel unusually uncomfortable. He wants to know it all, every tiny detail about you. Confusion and a need to be close to you always flood his mind when you're around. He doesn’t know why he’s so drawn to you, but his instinct drives him to you. His full undivided attention is always on you, whether he means to or not. He really couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why.

Without trying, you make him feel things he can’t comprehend.

💜♾💜♾💜

You take in the state of your living room and kitchen, finally the place looks livable enough for now.

“He guys, it’s getting pretty late.” You say noticing the clock on your oven, “Maybe we should call it a night?”

“But it’s not even 10 yet.” Jungkook commented.

“I can handle the rest, besides you guys are filming tomorrow aren’t you?”

“Ahh, right. I forgot.” Jungkook sighs.

“Do you guys want me to drive you back?” You ask.

“No, we can walk back.” Hoseok pipes up. “It’ll take only like 15 minutes. We’ll be fine.”

“Ok.” You reply, chewing on your bottom lip. “If you guys are sure.”

“Yep we’ll be fine. How about we text you when we get back?”

“Deal.” You smile, beginning to follow the boys to the front door.

“Umm, I’m just going to use the washroom. You guys can go without me.” Jimin calls over to the other members before heading down the hallway.

Putting their shoes on they bid you goodnight and leave. As soon as they’re gone Jimin emerges from the hallway.

“I’m really glad we could help today.” He smiles brightly at you.

“I can’t even begin to thank you guys for all of this. It would have been a nightmare on my own.” You chuckle more to yourself then him.

You notice him taking his time putting his shoes on. Eventually he finishes, standing up and turning around to face you.

“Y/N?” You barely hear him.

“Hm.”

“Thank you.” You look at him in surprise. What did you do to earn a thank you from him?

“For what?” You question.

“For being Tae’s twinflame.” He responds meekly. “For caring about him the way you do. He’s my best friend and I know he goes through things he feels he can’t talk to me about. So, I’m really glad he has you. He hasn’t smiled this genuinely in a long while.”

His praise left you dumbfounded. If only he knew what Taehyung does for you. How you feel like there is nothing you could possibly do in this world to repay him.

“He is extremely important to me, and not just because he’s my twinflame.” You think aloud. “He’s the most important person to me.”

“What about your soulmate?” Jimin looks at you unconvinced.

“Well, they’re just going to have to deal with it, aren’t they?” You laugh, trying to hide your dislike for talking about soulmates. “He’ll forever be number two, I don’t think I can handle being so vulnerable with someone else other than him.”

“I don’t know about that,” He laughs with you. “But I think Tae would understand being second place. Maybe one day you’ll be open to it.”

“Yea...maybe…” You whisper as Jimin opens your front door to leave.

Maybe Tae was right. Maybe Jimin is right. One day, you might be able to become more vulnerable with your soulmate, possibly even with other people you cared about in your life. Maybe it was time to take a step in that direction. Trying couldn’t hurt more then limbo, right?

As you watch Jimin walk down the hallway towards the elevators, anxiety bubbles in your chest.

“Hey Jimin!” You can’t stop yourself from calling out. “Do you want to stay longer?”

He turns around, smiling.

“I’d love to.” Your soulmate responds.

💜♾💜♾💜

Surprise or not..... Everyone say hello to Y/N's soulmate. Now the real story starts. I'm gonna apologize now...

How many people got it right??? Let me know in the comments!!!

And don’t even get me started on the MUSTER. I watched both nights and didn’t survive ☠️☠️

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 07

OR MORE

Warnings: Angst. Things get a little .. handsy.

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes:

I had a really hard time conveying the right emotions in the chapter, as well as maintaining a balance of physical and mental and emotional. You’ll see what I mean, I avoided this chapter all week....also this one has not been edited.

Here are the songs that helped me through this chapter:

**Invisible string - taylor swift**

**Winter Flower - Younha, RM**

**Leave before you love me - Jonas brothers**

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Listening to him talk about his life outside of Bangtan, had to be the most surreal feeling you’ve ever experienced. Legs crossed, blanket over his lap exuding a sense of ‘familiarity’, like he’s meant to be here in your apartment, on the opposite end of your couch.

His over animated gestures as he recalls his antics with the other members, makes your whole being warm. There’s a security in his presence, one that terrifies you but makes you so much more curious.

Tae always mentions that Jimin is like a breath of fresh air, his demeanour being light and welcoming. You have to agree, but there is so much more, so much more you want to unearth.

Yet the terrifying reality of his words still haunt you. He’s nice to you because he doesn’t know, these are the thoughts that keep you away. Trying to trap these dark feelings deep down and enjoy this moment. Even if it is only once.

You try to stifle a yawn, but he catches you. Looking past you he notices the clock on the wall.

“I think I should get going, you’re getting sleepy.” he chuckles.

You manage to mumble an ‘I’m fine’, while stretching your limbs. You turn your head to look at the clock.

“2am? Jimin, are you going to be ok today?” You’re astounded, it was 10:30 last time you checked.

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch a few hours before I have to be at work.” He laughs at your frazzled expression. “You don’t work today right?”

“No, but I do tomorrow.” You sigh. “Hopefully I’ll be almost done with this place by then.”

You watch him rise from the couch, arms raised above his head, his shirt lifting enough for you to catch a glimpse of his soul mark. Blushing, you quickly avert your eyes.

“If you want I can come back tomorrow to help?” He offers, as you rise from the couch to follow him. You shake of your embarrassment before he can notice.

You chew on your cheek, the thought of seeing him again so soon was tempting. Not only that, but the two of you alone? Your heart flutters and your stomach twists.

“I don’t want to exhaust you Jimin.” You rub your eyes, fighting off your own exhaustion.

“I really want to help y/n. Please can I come back?” He’s pouting, eyes shining.

“Ok, ok. If you really want to.” You sigh exasperated. Smiling when he wiggles his hands in excitement.

“I’ll come by tomorrow, right after work!” He chirps heading out your door.

As the door closes behind him, your legs give out. Back to the door, you slide down until your sitting on the floor.

Anyone seeing you right now might think you’re crazy. Laughing to yourself, mumbling his words over and over again to yourself. He wants to come back. It’s not just you who wants this.

💜♾💜♾💜

After that day, it was like he was everywhere. Every break he had, he would come find you. If you were still working, he would sit quietly in the same room playing with his phone.If you could break yourself away to go on break, he would go with you chatting happily.

In the back of your mind you know to keep your walls up. This man may be drawn to you, but you know the real reason for that. So you keep yourself at a distance, physically and soully. Some days are harder than others to resist the magnetism of your connection, but you’ve done well so far.

Taehyung’s constant side-eye, with Yoongi’s eye rolls made you feel overly conscious of your new ‘friendship’. Everytime he would catch you blushing over something Jimin had said to you, he would nudge you in the ribs, you swatting him in response.

You know what he’s implying. Hoping you work up the courage to tell Jimin who you really. A part of you wants to…. but you had your reasons and they were enough to keep you solid in your decision.

One thing you hadn’t told Taehyung was just how badly your soul was cracked. Being around Jimin numbed the pain on most days, but the frost that creeps up your legs and arms, dusting your fingertips never truly goes away.

You were addicted to his warmth, and you knew it.

💜♾💜♾💜

Today you both have decided to stay late and work on his vocals for the new single. Work gotten derailed in favour of past stories. Him telling you about a younger Taehyung, a debut era Taehyung.

The story of your twinflame breaking a toilet on one of the sets of their music videos, begging Jimin to help him cover it up… trying to fix the toilet themselves without anyone noticing, but ultimately failing.

Sitting in your studio, you on one side of the couch with your back against the arm rest, him closer to the middle but still enough safe space in between you. He tells you about the scolding they received, when they were undoubtedly caught

You're both thrust into fits of laughter again. Leaning towards each other, unable to stop the tears from your eyes as you laugh harder.

He places his hand on your naked thigh to steady himself, you realized all too late...physical contact should be avoided at all costs. Lights flood your vision, the extreme pull of your end of the bond causing your eyes to flutter.

Your breath hitches as heat floods through your body, his hands feeling like electricity on your skin.

When you’re able to refocus, you realize the position you're in. You aren’t sure if you’ve done this, or he has, maybe even both of you.

You’re now straddling his lap, his hands resting on the backs of your thighs. Your skin feels like it’s on fire under his touch.

Looking down into his eyes, hands on his shoulders, you bite your bottom lip. Your senses intensify under his gaze... one he isn’t trying to hide. His eyes are on your lips, licking his in response to your actions.

You feel electricity shoot through the tight knot forming in your stomach. Neither of you are pulling away. His grip tightens on the backs of your thighs forcing you closer, forcing you to be flush with his body.

In the back of your mind, you hear a voice screaming at you. You know this is disastrous, but you’re losing focus again. He’s hands move ever so slowly up to your hips.

Eyelids heavy, lips glistening he makes eye contact again. His eyes silently pleading for you to do something, something you know you shouldn’t do. His fingers are playing dangerously with the hem of your shirt, his thumbs making contact with the skin of your hips.

You should run. Run right now, you know better than this. There’s no right outcome to this situation. But you can’t hear all your internal warnings, they’re all being deafened but his breathing. You can feel it against your face, against your lips. Breathing it in like it’s the only oxygen you’ve been given in your life. His heavy breathing, his eyes, his hands all make you highly aware of every inch of your body. Your thighs tense on either side of him, his breath stopping momentarily. He felt your body twitch.

But his warmth is pulling you closer. Finally the ice from your soul bond is thawing. You needed him to melt it, you needed to feel warm for the first time in months. A warmth he could only give you.

You let your eyes droop shut as you lean in. Resting your nose against his, so very close to their destination.

The thoughts sneak back in, making you hesitate. He might feel something, but it’s nowhere near as drowningly intoxicating as it is for you. Your existence, riding on this moment that he is completely ignorant of. Unable to bring yourself to close the tiny gap, you shut out everything except this warmth, a warmth you covet and need to chase.

You are barely able to mumble. “Make me warm.” and his lips are on yours.

Hands traveling up the back of your shirt, you’re physically consumed by all that is Jimin. Engulfed into a sea of warmth as your soulbond searches for him, trying to connect to something. ANYTHING. It doesn’t matter when it finds nothing, not in this moment.

His tongue sweeps over your lower lip, begging to be let in, to consume you further. You can’t fight off the moan that escapes you as you let him play with you. Moving your hands from his shoulders up into his blonde fluffy hair, you tighten your grip. A groan is forced out of his body when you respond to his movement, mirroring him. You fit perfectly. He completes every motion you make. His tongue knows exactly where to lick, how to dance with yours.

It feels as if you're both starved, clinging to each other for dear life. This is the only thing that matters, everything you’ve been through leading to this moment. Nothing could ruin it, nothing.

“I wish you were my soulmate, right now.” He manages to mumble between long kisses.

You freeze. All oxygen leaves your body. Mind turns to instant terror. Moment ruined.

If you let this continue he’d know you have been lying to him this whole time. That others were lying to him as well. This couldn’t just be about you anymore.

All you wanted was to hear him say those words. But not like this.

“Jimin, I can’t.” You push away as he moves to kiss you.

“Why?” His eyes pleading. You scramble off of his lap. Another crack, this one created by you. Not as painful, but still a cold pain sweeps through you.

“Jimin-” You start.

“Is it because I have a soulmate somewhere?” He cuts you off angrily. “Whoever they are, I don’t want them. I want this, now, with you.”

Your mind swirling with the contradictions of his words, he takes a step toward you. You step back. He wants it to be with you right now, but what about later when this heat between you two has cooled off? When the ice returns, Is this only for now?

The oh so familiar pain seeping into your core. A crack in your soul mirror, this time one from him, forming excruciatingly slow.

“Please? If I could get rid of this mark and my soulmate I would.” He shouts, hurt. He’s hurt. “I don’t care who they are. I want to be able to do the things I want with the people I want, not being forced into a corner with no choice of my own.”

You can’t respond. You want to tell him, it’s you. To make him stop saying these words that hurt you so much, ones he doesn’t realize are killing you.

“I hate my soulmate.” He says under his breath, turning away from you.

The crack grows tenfold within you. Your body no longer lets you breathe. You try, you try so hard to breathe, but you can’t even make a sound. Tears bubble in your eyes. You feel bile rise from your stomach into your throat, burning its way up.

Cold searing pain crashes through you, jolting you into movement again. You can’t let him see you break.

So you run.

You run to your car, forgetting to grab your jacket. You don’t turn around as you hear him call your name. Running down flights of stairs, almost losing your balance, but still you don’t stop.

Hurdling into your car, you pull out your car keys. Tears streaming down your face uncontrollably, unable to catch your breath. You throw your bag into the passenger seat as you climb in.

Maybe you shouldn’t be driving. Tears make it hard to see and the pain makes you unable to focus. The only thing propelling your body is the need to get away. The guilt, the heartbreak, Jimin. You had to get away from Jimin.

You pull out of the underground parking in a hurry. It’s late enough that there’s barely any traffic. Your foot pushes down the gas, unable to let up. You don’t know where you're going; it doesn’t matter, you just had to get there now.

Knuckles turning white as you grip the steering wheel, your phone starts ringing. The bluetooth dash flashing Jimin’s name. You hit ignore on the panel controls. His name comes up again and again and again. He’s leaving a voicemail for every call you ignore.

It all becomes too much, all you feel is ice. A cold so deep within you, you don’t think you’ll ever get rid of it. You’ll never be warm again.

You pull the car over, just in time to collapse onto your hands and knees to throw up. What feels like hours tick by before you're able to pull yourself together and stand up. Getting back into your car, you head home feeling unbelievably empty, just a shell of a person. You need sleep, a lot of sleep.

Before the drive home, you send an email to your boss letting him know you wouldn’t be in. Rethinking you erase the email and let him know you need the next 2 days off, for medical reasons.

As you make your way into your apartment, you feel the crack in your soul mirror. The biggest one yet. You feel your body slipping in and out of consciousness, barely able to make it to your bed. Not being able to change your clothes, you topple onto your bed.

Ice devours you, dragging you under. You black out into nothingness.

Spoken || Closer

I want to say a HUGE thank you to @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue for hyping me up for this when I was stuck and beta reading for me. 🥺😭

And a monster I LOVE YOU to @christelle332 for being my support through all my crazy ideas and chaotic brain! My twinflame 💜

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 08

CLOSER

Warnings: Just angst, this time.

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Can we talk about how I was 🥺 for Tae in this chapter. It's time to rebuild.

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On the second day of your hibernation, you’re jolted awake by heavy bangs on your front door. It is just past 5pm, you notice rolling onto your stomach looking at your alarm clock. Bolting out of bed you grab your sweatpants from your floor and pull them on, another round of bangs echoing.

You’ve spent the last day and a half with your phone on silent. Jimin's name appearing regularly made you feel worse about everything, so you made the decision to silence it by throwing it across the room. Now your pile of laundry being its new found home.

Thankfully the throwing up had stopped sometime last night, the convulsions as well. However, the exhaustion was unrelenting.

The banging became harder and more solid, you could feel anger seep into your apartment. You hesitantly stop when you pass through your kitchen and are face to face with the front door. You can feel who it is, the solid wood not doing anything to shield you from the onslaught of hyper sporadic emotions.

Standing at the end of the short entryway, you brace yourself for the inevitable. You hear the passcode for your door being entered. You hug yourself, there was no escaping this, you can only stand there.

You watch as the door handle begins to turn, you look down at your feet. You know you should have contacted him, let him know that you're ok. But you didn’t, you just disappeared for 2 days, no word, no sign. Just gone.

You hear the door open and footsteps enter. The door shuts. Silence. Afraid to look up, you mumble weakly.

“I’m ok Tae, I’m sorry-”

Immediately you are engulfed in your twinflames arms. He’s holding you so tight against his body, you are almost unable to breathe. One arm hooked around your waist, the other on the back of your head.

“I was so worried, Firefly.” He murmurs into your hair, petting you into a sense of comfort. One you haven’t felt since before that night with Jimin.

“What do you need?” He asks. Holding your face in his hand he wipes away unnoticed tears with his thumbs.

“Stay” is all you manage to whimper. Not realizing how much you needed this man before you until this moment. Convincing yourself you can do it alone, but maybe this time you needed him more than you thought.

He pulls you back into him, letting out a deep breath.

“Ok. I’ll stay.” He assures.

💜♾💜♾💜

Screams rip through your apartment, one by Taehyung the other by the girl on the screen.

In an attempt at comforting you, Taehyung recommended watching the new horror movie on Netflix. However, halfway through the movie, his tough exterior cracked. He started hiding behind you, throwing insults and physical objects at the tv. Causing you to laugh into hysterics with each reaction of his.

Eventually giving up on the horror genre and switch to an older comfort series for you. Until you both were too tired to stay awake. You fell asleep against his shoulder when he noticed he carried you to bed joining you under the covers. He felt a chill from your body as he cuddled you close. Closing his eyes and wishing you would tell him everything, but he knew better. You would tell him when you were ready, and he had to trust you. Even if he could tell there was so much more going on.

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Walking through the main doors of BigHit, Taehyung plastered beside you. You were determined to not let this get in the way of your work. The last 2 days of sleeping really helped calm the chill. However, it still continued to linger.

This morning as both you and your twinflame awoke, he promised to stay with you all day. Even calling in ahead of time to talk to Bang PD himself, and informing him of your physical status.

You’d watch him pace the room while on the phone, the guilt in you rising. But still, you stayed silent, not reopening a wound you weren’t ready to treat. You didn’t tell him just what had happened, just that you and Jimin had kissed. That your thread couldn't find him and that the connection could not be completed, it was too much for you so you ran. If he knew about the vomiting, the blacking out, or the ice flowing through your being, he’d know just how bad your condition is. You weren’t ready to see the pain in his pure, childlike face.

There is a meeting scheduled today for the single, so you both headed toward the conference room that had been emailed to you last night. With Taehyung's presence surrounding you, you didn’t hesitate to enter the room and take your seat. Your twinflame opting to sit next to you. The members all welcome you excitedly and ask if you are feeling better, they had heard you were suffering a bad stomach ache from their managers. Clearly, none of them knew what had happened other than Taehyung….However, glancing over at Yoongi there might be a chance that he knows, but was not making anything obvious to you if he does.

You can feel your twinflame still tense beside you. In an attempt to comfort him you sneak your hand under the table over to his lap where his hands are resting. Poking at his hand, he glances at you. You give him a small smile before poking his hand again. Getting the message he opens his hand for you to lace your fingers through his. He lets out a shaky breath and finally relaxes. Both of you unaware of the eyes watching you as you focus all your attention on your twinflame.

Bang PD enters the room, with the whole production and promotion team, and the meeting starts.

💜♾💜♾💜

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” You hear from behind you as you’re standing outside the conference room talking to Taehyung about lunch plans.

Not needing to look to see who the voice belongs to, you turn anyways. You are instantly met with regret-filled eyes.

“Uh, sure…. Tae give me a minute ok?” You nod, looking back to your twinflame for reassurance.

“Yea, ok. I’ll be over there, don’t overdo it ok? You’re not 100% yet.” Taeyhung states firmly then walks to the other side of the hallway.

You follow Jimin to the far side of the mezzanine, stopping near the railing. He looks exhausted, you take a mental note of him and his eyes puffy. He leans back against the rail, pushing his hair out of his face, taking a deep breath.

He looks up at you, hands in his jean pockets.

“Uh Tae said you weren’t feeling well...is everything ok?” He chews on his bottom lip.

“Just a little stomach ache. I’m ok now.” You shrug. Not completely a lie.

“Look, I wanted to apologize to you Y/N.” Words tumble from his mouth. “I don't know why I reacted the way I did, your rejection just really hurt. But not like my pride or anything, it’s something I can’t really explain, but I got super angry and there’s no excuse for that. I know you meant well, and you were thinking about my soulmate and that we work together, and honestly it’s really admirable that you have your morals set like that because most people don’t. But I’m really sorry for crossing a line that clearly shouldn’t have been crossed. But I don’t want it to be uncomfortable between us, because I really want to be good friends with you.”

He finally breathes. Chest heaving like he just finished a marathon.

“Jimin…” You start, his eyes widening. “You aren’t the only one to blame for what happened. However, it never should have happened. I want to be friends again and move past this. I accept your apology.”

“We can pretend like it never happened if that makes it easier for us to be friends again.” You can see the sadness in his eyes as he looks away. A part of you wants to tell him that you’ll never forget the way his skin felt on yours and the way his lips taste, but you bite your tongue.

“That would be great.” You fake a reassuring smile. “But I think, to be safe, there should be some boundaries.”

His eyes return to you shocked.

“Boundaries?” He asks meekly.

“Nn, just kind of how I am with the others, maybe physical contact with us isn’t the best idea.” You explain. “I’m not overly cuddly with anyone else anyway, so that makes things easier to keep that boundary.”

“Except with Tae-” He mumbles under his breath.

“Tae is extremely important to me, and as my Twinflame...I do tend to let me get away with a lot.” Chuckling to yourself. You look over your shoulder at your twinflame looming by a doorway. He’s clearly pretending to be on his phone but looking through his curly bangs at you two.

“But just because there are boundaries doesn’t mean I want to be any less friends with you.” You smile at him, this time a real genuine smile. “Just like we were before.”

“I’d really like that.” He finally manages a bright smile. “We should go before your bodyguard throws his phone at me.”

You both turn to look at Tae, laughing as you do. You can see his grip on his phone loosen, and his shoulders relax. He smiles at both of you.

“Good idea, we were just going to go for lunch.” You say lightly, walking towards Taehyung. Realizing Jimin isn’t following you, you turn around.

“Are you coming?” You smirk over your shoulder.

His eyes shining brightly, he bounces over to you.

You feel good about your decision and your discussion with Jimin. However, all through lunch you were constantly trying to shake the frost ghosting your legs. Since that night, this frost never left, starting at just your feet, but now creeps its way up to your mid-thighs and lingers.

Maybe it would be a good idea to see a soul reader. To have some answers about how far your soul mirror was truly damaged. Maybe they could even offer some advice on what you should do, because as much as you don’t want to admit it…. Limbo is starting to hurt a lot more than you hoped it could.

Or More // Lights

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 09

Lights

Warnings: Nothing

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: This chapter came out of nowhere. I think the ghosts of BTS gods were writing through me, and I’m not going to complain!

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You had managed to make an appointment with a soul reader just across town. You had called a clinic that day after lunch with your soulmate and twinflame, opting for 2 weeks from that day.

Now standing outside the clinic building your nerves were starting to get the better of you. Steeling yourself before you bolted back to your apartment, you tightened your grip on your bag and headed in.

Two younger ladies sat at the reception desk both wearing white scrubs and talking cheerfully. One of them notices you as you slowly make your way through the door, she stands to welcome you.

“Hello, do you have an appointment today?” She smiles.

“Uh, yes. For Y/N L/N.” Your voice cracking as you say your name. She bends down, looking at the computer.

“Of course, right this way.” She extends her hand, walking around the desk, indicating for you to follow her. You walk down one long hallway and then another, coming to the end room she motions for you to go inside.

The room is white. Glaringly white. A white desk and white chair against one wall, with what looks like a white safe and a white examination table in the middle. The white ceiling is fairly high for a regular room, something like almost 20 feet you think.

“Please have a seat and the reader will be with you shortly.” The receptionist states before leaving you in the room and shutting the door.

You’ve only sat on the table for what feels like less than 5 minutes before an older woman, also dressed in white enters the room.

“Hello Miss, Y/N.” She says warmly walking over to you. “I am the reader of this clinic, I was told you wanted me to check on your soul mirror.”

Unable to form words you only nod.

“May I ask why?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say or how to even start. Do you tell her everything? Or just enough to point her in the direction of what you needed to know?

“Full disclosure? I won’t say anything to anyone, patient confidentiality.” She reassures you. She’s nice, her aura being that of something you could only describe as whole. Whole and glowy.

“I think my mirror is cracked.” You finally say in a hushed tone, almost afraid that someone else might hear you.

“You think?” An eyebrow shoots up as she looks at you.

“No….I know it’s cracked.” Trembling hands push your hair behind your ears, then once again vice gripping your bag strap in your lap. “My soulmate rejects the idea of having a soulmate.”

“We’ll take a look, together.” She hums and reaches out a hand, placing it on top of yours. Taking your bag from you, she walks over and places it in the safe.

“Don’t worry, my dear. Just lie back and breathe deeply.” Nudging your shoulder for you to lie down, the lights seemingly turn off on their own.

But you do as you're told. At first you see nothing, only pitch black, then slowly lights. Tiny flickering lights. You can't hear or see the woman but her presence is strong enough for you to know where she is in the room. She’s standing to you right, arms outstretched over you.

Kosmos begin to flutter into the room. In the empty space in this tall room planets begin to emerge, along with twinkling stars. You’re so amazed with what you’re seeing you don’t notice the light shining from your abdomen.

Until you begin to feel a buzz coming from your body. It feels like your whole being is in vibrate mode. Startled, you see the light from your abdomen shoot out of you, not one light but multiple lights. They swarm together at the foot of your bed creating a shape. Your soul mirror appears within it.

You're mesmerized by it. The beauty that it is, but also the cold hard truth that slaps you right in the face. Your mirror is almost halfway cracked, that’s more than you thought it would be.

“My dear, I am surprised you have held on this well.” She’s just as shocked, just as you are.

You force yourself to swallow down your fear before lifting your shaky hand to point at your mirror.

“That.” Not really a question but an impending feeling of dread and bile try to force their way up your throat.

Clinging to your mirror is a dark tar like mass. It seeps into the cracks through your mirror, dripping from the bottom onto the floor. It’s moving...like it’s alive. Almost like it’s trying to climb its way up, to consume.

“That.” She states calmly. “Is soul madness.”

You begin to feel the panic in you rise. Sensing your panic, the reader places a calming hand to your arm and the other to your forehead. She looks you in the eyes.

“You have not succumbed to this, you are unbelievably strong.” She reassures, not breaking eye contact. “You have come so far, my dear. I know there is much darkness in you, but look again.”

You shake your head violently, you can’t look. All consuming, unrelenting cold darkness. This is what you have been feeling wrap itself around your body, caressing your skin as it moves up your legs and arms, this is what it truly is. You’ve never been able to picture it before, now it’ll never leave your mind.

“Look.” She breathes, grabbing a hold of your hand, for something to keep you grounded.

You look again. For a moment it’s the dark mass pulling you in. But then it’s there….the lights. Those tiny specs of light, almost like glitter sparkling through the cracks. Pulsing light against the muck. Unwavering light.

You are awestruck. How could you not have noticed them the first time? They are so strong, so beautiful, so... kosmic.

“You need to allow yourself to see the lights. They will lead you right my dear.” She gives hopefully. “Lead you through some undoubtedly hard choices you will inevitably have to make.”

A deep breath escapes your body as your soul mirror begins to vibrate out of view. Slowly fading into the beacon of light once again. Tiny specs of light scatter like glitter finding their way back to your abdomen. The kosmos slowly disappear into black and it’s just you and the reader alone in the once vibrant room.

The room's light turns back on and you’re left dumbfounded by what just happened.

The reader backs away, to roll the white rolly chair towards you and take a seat. You slowly sit up, looking at her for more answers, too many questions shoot through your mind.

“I am sorry my dear. For lack of a better word, I am impressed you are still as highly functioning as you are. Most would have already been consumed.” She explains slowly.

You stare down at your lap, your voice barely audible. Only one question seems more important than the rest.

“Will I hurt him?” You face her. Reflections of your brother's soulmate hang in your words.

She stares at you, and for a moment, you see the colours shift in her eyes.

“Soul sickness presents itself in a manner of ways. Most with unbridled rage. An anger that causes them to lash out at their soulmate for their pain. This darkness lashes out, strikes at anything it can. It is bitter and vile, it can become deadly.” She begins.

“And mine?” You ask hopefully.

“On rare occasions, this darkness festers, feeding off the pain in a different way. Becoming so overwhelmingly immense that the only thing that matters is the safe, dull lull they put their soulmate into.” She sighs. “Sadness, my dear, yours is suffocating sadness.”

The look of confliction sweeps across her face. Your eyes have glazed over, thinking and replaying her words.

She leans forward, taking your hand in hers before continuing.

“Both manners seek to completely overthrow any morsel of you. They force their way into you, to drive you further into them. In this case, sadness. It wants you to think you have no choice. It will ultimately make the choices for you, to decide above all else for you to become endlessly sad.”

“But will I hurt him?” You force out, staring up at the ceiling.

“From what I feel from you and what I can see….” Her eyes brimming with unseen, unsaid apologies. “You cannot hurt him. The only person you can hurt….is you. But I think you know that.”

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“y/n-” You hear a voice faintly call you. Still staring at the ceiling, you can’t register what’s happening.

“Y/N!!” The yell jolts you out of your trance.

“What?! What? I’m here!”

“Are you ok?” Namjoon asks. “You keep zoning out.”

Coming back mentally, you’re in your studio, sitting on the couch. Looking up at Namjoon who is seated at the soundboard with Jimin hovering close by him. Rubbing your hands up and down your legs, in an attempt to warm your palms, then standing quickly.

“Yea, yea, sorry.” You push the hair out of your face before walking towards them. “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Well how about we take a break?” Namjoon offers, standing from the computer chair. “I’ll just grab some snacks from the lounge, I’ll grab something for you guys too.”

“Thanks Joon.” You call to him as he leaves the room.

“Uh, Y/n?” Jimin snatches your attention before you can zone out again.

You really don’t mean to disappear. Since the reader's appointment, you’ve become hyper aware of the swirling chill around your legs. Like a dog circling you for attention. You may not be able to see it, but your mind remembers the images all too well.

“What’s up Jimin?” You reign your thoughts back in to focus on your soulmate.

“So, my surprise single is out next week with the MV and the company wants to hold a viewing party for it.” He explains excitedly. “And I’d really like it if you came!”

“Already? Next week?” You scoff in disbelief. Jimin has been working on this ‘secret’ song for the past few months. Just after you got here, if you remembered correctly. “Of course! Just text me when and where and I’ll be there.”

Bouncing into the rolling chair and drifting away he lets out a “yaaaaaaa”. You can’t help but laugh at your soulmate's cuteness.

You whip your head back towards the sound board when something dances in your peripheral. Nothing. There’s nothing there. You could have sworn it was…...glistening specs of glittering light?

Closer || Muse

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 10

Muse

Warnings: Does hysteria count?

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: uuuuuh, I have no excuse for what I've done....

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Tears begin to flood your vision. You refuse to look away, even for a second. The fear of missing a single moment stops you from even blinking.

The pain flowing through your body is almost too much to bear. You were used to pain from your soul mirror, but this pain was different.

Your heart was breaking. Breaking in a way you thought it couldn't anymore.

Each note vibrating through your body, each lyric feeling like a white-hot knife in your chest.

Lies. These were all lies. Violent and nauseating lies, only being said to serenade the hearts of millions. But not yours, each lie to violate your senses, to throw your whole being into a spiraling pit of torment.

This song should have been for you. The colours, the yellow balloon, the stars, and planets. However, reality had a way of mocking you because you knew better. You knew better than anyone that these weren’t his real feelings. If he could choose, he would choose to never have a soulmate. The hate he had for the Kosmos bonds was forever weighing on your chest.

It was so pretty, but that's all it was. Just pretty words. That meant nothing.

You're holding your breath through the whole 2 minutes and 31 seconds. Unable to focus on anyone else in the room; unable to notice the set of eyes staring holes into the side of your head. Your blood feels like ice running through your veins. You would give anything to be able to run, but you're frozen in place. By the frost creeping...pulling you, willing you down.

You quickly wiped away any tears that had escaped your eyes. Regaining yourself as the lights turn back on.

Positive comments and congratulations erupt into the once quiet room. All eyes falling to Jimin.

Except for yours and Yoongis. Yoongi continues to stare at you while you stare at the thumbnail of the video. Thankfully you’re standing in the back of the room, sneaking in at the last minute as you had bolted here from a meeting that you had just attended. Before anyone notices you, you slip out of the loud room, away from the cheers. You aren’t sure where you’re trying to go; the image seared into your mind. You pull your cardigan tighter to your body, hugging yourself. Turning down hallway after hallway trying to escape.

“Y/N?” An out-of-breath voice called behind you. You stop, recognizing the voice.

You couldn't turn to face him, you couldn't bring yourself to respond, afraid of the rising emotions inside of you.

Unexpectedly a hand comes out and grabs your wrist, pulling you along down the hallway into an unused conference room. You are gently ushered into the room as the door locks behind the both of you.

Still unable to face him, you hear him whisper. “I’m sorry.”

You turn to him, quickly wrapping your arms around his torso, your face in his chest.

You feel him still for a moment then relax. Wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on your head.

You almost can’t believe what happens next. The sound you make almost sounds like it isn’t coming from you. They’re hollow, empty, void of any actual emotion.

You laugh. You can’t stop it. You laugh harder, which causes Yoongi to hold you closer to him.

Cold climbs your legs, you can almost picture it grabbing hold of your clothes as it ascends. Then the tar-like hands pull and your legs finally give out, Yoongi catches you in time, lowering you gently to the ground. You're still laughing, unable to breathe from laughing. You’re losing your mind, driven insane. You feel as though you're sitting in a puddle of ice water, limbs frozen, unable to move while the older male holds onto you for dear life. He’s whispering things in your ear, you can’t tell what they are. Was it because he was speaking too quietly or was it because the cold was deafeningly so?

Eventually, the laughter stops, and you can hear him better now in the silence.

“You’re not alone Y/N.”

“No matter what you have Tae and I.”

“We’re here for you.”

You blink several times in rapid succession, blinking yourself away from focusing on the cold and discomfort of your soulmates MV and onto the man in front of you.

“You have warmth.” You mumble, thoughts escaping from your mouth. You take his hand in yours, examine it, intertwining your fingers together. You smile at him.

“Not as warm as Jimins, or even Taes….” You tilt your head in wonder. Have you ever felt this heat from him before? “But still warm.”

He stares at you for a moment, and then his hand which is still intertwined with yours, then you again. He lets out a small sigh, smiles at you, and reaches his other hand to cup your face. You lean into his touch and close your eyes.

“I’ve always been warm, you’ve just never noticed.” He scoffs and flicks your forehead.

You place both your hands over the place he flicked, trying to ease off the pain. Glaring at him.

“Ow! What the h-” You bark.

“C’mon you, let's get you some food.” He rises offering you his hand. You eye him suspiciously and pout.

“Only if it’s [your favourite food].” You huff.

Chuckling he extends his hand again.

“Deal.”

You smile in victory, grabbing his hand.

He’s not sure what just happened and he’s not sure how to go about asking you. So as you walk with him to get lunch he decides he’ll discuss this with Tae first. In a couple days they have a soundcheck for one of the top tv music festivals in Korea, which they had to focus on, but after that they would confront you. They’d have to do it together to get anything through to you at this point. Yoongi’s gut was telling him something, something he doesn’t want to listen to.

You bound over to Jungkook, who you spotted on your way. You ask him if he wants to join the two of you for lunch, to which he agrees. Yoongi stands waiting by the front door for you. He watches you, because that’s all he feels he’s able to do...

Because you might be too far gone for them to help you.

(Music Video)

Lights || Ok

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 11

Ok

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: ooooo, looky who we found.... I say as a distraction.

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You had ordered yourself a pizza and grabbed snacks on your way home, you mentally prepared yourself to see Jimin again on screen.

You had promised the boys to watch them at the live festival and you did. Cheering them on as if you were right there in the audience, as if they can see you.

You hadn’t seen them since Jimin released his MV, and you were kind of appreciative of the time apart. You didn’t have to struggle to work through the frost of being around him, hearing his sweet words laced with poison.

It had given you time away, you didn’t have to think about it. There was no pain those few days, no unbearable cold. Just a numb chill and you honestly didn’t mind anymore.

But just as you were cleaning up your living room from all the leftovers at around 11pm, the worst pain you had ever experienced racked through your body. The pain was unrelenting, stabbing ice, like you were being sliced apart. Bones shattering from freezing.

Falling to your knees a glacial wave of paralyzing agony rolls over you. You begin to choke as a scream attempts to escape your throat.

You can’t think straight. The stabbing, ripping feeling subsides slowly, but the cold….the cold is relentless, you feel like you’re drowning in it.

All you can think of is warmth. How to get warm. You don’t understand what’s happening to you, why is this happening to you. What is happening with your soulmate, is he ok?

Warm. warm. Warm. warm. Warm.

And then you see it, sitting on your kitchen counter, warmth.

You drag yourself over to the kitchen, pulling yourself up the barstool. Your legs still fighting against you. And you reach for it, the expensive bottle of whiskey Yoongi had brought over to your place. Cups are unnecessary, you pull the bottle to the floor with you, fling the lid off and bring the liquid to your lips.

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The music festival went off without a hitch. The boys performed well and received a lot of praise from their fellow peers.

Taehyung, Yoongi and Jin had come home soon after the event, the others stayed to socialize at the mini after party the tv company hosted.

Taehyung was currently seated on the couch flipping through channels, Yoongi had disappeared into his room and Jin was making a snack in the kitchen when the others arrived home.

Peering over the back of the couch as they came in to greet them he noticed one of them was missing.

“Hyung, where’s Jimin?” Confusion and concern laced in Taehyung's voice. “Did he not come back with you?”

“He went home with one of the girls from the venue.” Hoseok replies nonchalantly, walking past the couch towards his and Jimins room.

“He what?!” Taehyung jumps straight in his seat. Eye’s frantic, they meet Yoongi’s, who is making his way out of his room when he hears the others arrive.

“He was hitting it off with one of the girls that we met so he decided to go back to her hotel with her.” Namjoon shrugged, stealing a handful of popcorn Jin had made.

Taehyung and Yoongi exchange worried looks, terrified of what this meant for you.

“I really don’t understand why he does that, he knows he has a soulmate” Jin scoffs.

“Uh, Tae, remember that track you were helping me with? I just got a really good idea for it but I didn’t bring my equipment to the dorms.” Yoongi quickly remarks as he makes his presence known by walking fully into the living room. “You up for hitting the studio?”

“Yea, absolutely. Let’s go right now before you forget it.” Taehyung scrambles off of the couch and grabs his things.

They both give a goodnight over their shoulders as they head to the front door of their dorm. One slings his coat over his shoulders as the other puts his shoes on.

They have no idea what state they are going to find you in. Jimin going home with someone? They hope you were ok...ok? They hope you are alive. Sheer panic seeps through them both, hoping to get to you before they both lose their wits.

Once they were outside the dorm building, Taehyung finally spoke again.

“Please tell me we’re going to her.”

“We need to move quickly” Was all the older said.

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Tipping the bottle again, only this time no precious liquid graces your lips. You were feeling warm, still in pain. But not as debilitating as before. Being out of alcohol however was not an option. You needed more. Now.

Standing on shaky legs, you grab your phone and wallet. In your haze, you take your wallet back out of your pocket, pull out your bank card and slide it into your phone case. Throwing your wallet over your shoulder, you wobble to your door and put on some sneakers. Not even being able to think about a jacket or anything else, you leave your apartment.

You are too tipsy to rationalize what you are doing, all you know is that the alcohol made you warm. It was a fake warm, but it was a warmth you needed.

Trudging through the lobby, you can feel the frigid madness following you. It was so close, if you weren’t so drunk right now, you’d say it was pushing you out into the warm air. The warm air you can only wish to feel again.

💜♾💜♾💜

*BANG BANG BANG*

“Firefly! Are you in there?” Taehyung yells at your apartment door. “Please open up!”

Yoongi paces behind him, phone to his ear.

“She’s not picking up!” His voice is almost in full blown hysteria. “Just open the door!”

Listening to his elders command, Taehyung punches in your passcode. Both men burst through the door into your apartment, running rampant they search every room calling out your name. Yoongi notices the fallen pizza box, the thrown wallet and the empty whiskey bottle.

“Hyung, what are we going to do?!” Taehyung’s pacing now, hands constantly running through his hair.

“We’re going to find her Tae.” Yoongi reassures the younger….or maybe himself? He’s not sure. “We are going to find her.”

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Tripping over your own feet, you land on your hands and knees. Shuffling onto your butt, you take a look at the damage. There’s a rip in your jeans, but no blood.Compared to the overwhelming pain and chill from your soul mirror breaking, even without the alcohol, you don’t think it would be noticable.

Another wave of pain shoots through your body, forcing you back. You caught yourself, the pain was getting worse. You swear you can almost see your breath as it collides with the warm air.

You let out a pained chuckle. You need more alcohol. You’re not drunk enough, you need to feel numb, if physical warmth was all you are going to get, then you were going to take it.

Your eyes swim in a sea of dizziness. With trembling hands you pull out your phone from your back pocket. Forcing the bile climbing up your throat back down, you punch in the number you have etched in your heart.

You sit there on the steps, next to the river, staring up into the sky, waiting for the phone to connect. It barely rings once, before a panicked voice fights through your fog.

“Firefly!! Where are you?!” The desperation in his voice is evident.

He waits for your reply, but you are stuck in a memory from months ago.

“Do you remember that light festival we found while walking next to the river?” A hiccup escapes you.

“Of course I do Firefly.” He recalls. “Yoongi-hyung got so mad at you because you kept wandering away. He made you hold one of our hands for the rest of the night.”

A small laugh slips from your lips.

“It was prettier with the lights.”

“Firefly, are you-”

“I’m not OK.” You mumble feebly, cutting him off. Finally admitting to yourself as much as to him.

You lower your gaze down when you hear a group of girls walking past you and towards one of the opposite streets. They were wearing clubbing outfits for sure, skin and clothing splattered with glitter and paint. Your legs force you to stand, not wanting to think anymore you go to follow them.

You hear Taehyung talking, but you make no attempt at answering. You need to know where they're going. You watch them walk up to a bouncer at a club, talk to him and head in. You can hear the music through your deafened ears. You need to go in.

Finally you respond to Taehyung's frantic words.

“Tonight,” You breathe. “I’m going to have fun.”

You hang up the phone, unaware that he can hear the music and he’s connecting the dots.

Blinded to your surroundings you walk towards the door, attempting to pass the bouncer. He steps in front of you, blocking your way.

He mumbles something you don’t quite catch. You steady yourself, ready to fight your way in.

“I need to see your I.D ma’am.” He speaks again, you glare at him knowing full well you left that in the apartment.

“Look, there’s no way I look underage.” You huff, crossing your arms.

“All the same ma’am, I need to see your I.D to let you in.” He sighs sympathetically, attempting to usher you to the side.

In doing so you lose your footing...again, but this time arms catch you. You don’t bother looking up.

“Don’t worry, Joo Hwan. She’s with me.” A female voice replies.

“Oh, Mi young. I didn’t know you were coming in tonight.” He chirps politely.

“I’m not, just picking up a friend from inside.” The voice responds happily. You straighten up and look at the woman who saved you from the pavement.

All you can see is her side profile from this angle, but you can easily tell. She’s beautiful. Long, shiny dark hair tumbles down her shoulders. Slender frame, but still reaching around 5’ 5”. She’s more cute than sexy. She almost looks like she doesn’t belong here, but her stance and the air around her is telling you the opposite.

She leans back to grab your hand, pulling you with her into the club. You can’t help but stare at her. What is this feeling, this is something you’ve never felt before. She seems almost familiar, but you can’t put your finger on why.

She pulls you over towards the bar, her eyes searching for her friend. When she sees her, she begins to wave her arm, catching their attention. Then she turns around to you.

You make eye contact and the realization slams into you.

“Why is-” She gasps, hand covering her mouth she lets go of your hand.

“Twinflame.” Is all you say. This beautiful woman standing in front of you is your twinflames soulmate.

Her friend crashes into her from behind. Clinging and slurring, they whine about wanting to go home.

She shushes her friend and turns her attention back to you. You quickly pull out your phone and hand it to her. Without so much as a second thought, she takes your phone and adds her phone number.

“Y/N” You say taking your phone back.

“Mi Young.” She replies. Her friend nudges her towards the door to leave. Giving you a soft smile she makes her way out of the club.

Pain once again ripples through your body, this time worse. You brace yourself against the bar, it almost feels like you’re being ripped apart. The alcohol is wearing off, you need more. A lot more.

You manage to flag down one of the bartenders and order the strongest shot they had.

Muse || Cry About It Later

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Don't Tell What You See || 12

Cry About It Later

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption and idk even know what to call it

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Well...somehow that scene turned out less then I planned and more in a completely different direction. BUT OH WELL, I'M KEEPING IT.

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You can feel the vibrations from the music through your feet. You shoot back another shot. You can’t tell if the cold and pain have subsided because of the alcohol you're swimming in or that it has stopped on its own. Whichever the case, it doesn't matter anymore. Because it’s working.

Leaning back against the bar, your eyes scan the crowd. Thankfully no one has come up to try to talk to you, leaving you in your own misery.

The sea of dancing people catch your eye. Watching body’s plastered together moving in time to the deafeningly loud music. The lights, the silhouettes, the heat coming from the dance floor, it's all mesmerizing.

Moving towards the mass as if someone else is moving for you, completely stuck in a trance you push your way into the crowd. Dodging and squeezing your way into the crowd, you stop and look up at the lights. There’s glittering falling from the ceiling, lights are reflecting off them, shimmering. You reach your hand up to catch some drifting slowly down. You stare at them in your palm and smile. The music is becoming clearer, the cotton removed from your ears.

You start to sway with the music, adrenaline thumping through you as you let the beat take over. The people around you are faceless, the dim lights making it easier to block them out.

All that matters is you, the music and the golden glitter in the air.

💜♾💜♾💜

Taehyung rushed into the bar, the older close behind him. Briefly halting at the bar, their eyes search for you. Becoming even more unstable as they can’t find you. Chests breathing heavy from the sprint out of the car to this club.

You’d given them enough hints, the light festival was the biggest hint and there was only one club close enough to the riverside that you could have stumbled your way to.

“There Tae, she’s there!” Yoongi grabs Taehyung's shoulder and points to the sea of people dancing. They have parted just enough for the two boys to see you dancing amongst the crowd.

Taehyung starts to stomp his way over to you, when Yoongi pulls him back.

“What are you doing?” The younger demands angrily.

“I don’t think being mad at her is gonna help anything.” The older contemplates, looking back over to you. For the first time since this whole ordeal, your body looks relaxed, like you’ve stopped plaguing yourself with thoughts of the soul bond.

“Then what?” Taehyung deflates, following Yoongi's gaze. You're smiling at the glitter floating around you, if he wasn’t sober he’d think you looked celestial.

“Whatever she’s feeling, she needs to feel it.” He explains calmly. “So we let her feel it, but we are just here to catch her.”

Taehyung nods. He can’t force you home, he knows that. But he can’t let you go through this alone. He looks at Yoongi and smiles.

“We need to let her know she’s not alone.”

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Still hypnotized by the music, you close your eyes so you can truly lose yourself.

Warm hands slowly make their way onto your hips, a smile creeps across your face. They’re not as blistering as Jimins, and not as hot as Taehyung, but they’re warm. You know this warmth. One hand remains on your right hip, the other snaking around to your lower stomach. The wall of warmth behind you presses into your back and begins to sway slowly with you, no longer keeping up with the music. A hand lifts up your chin, this one is hotter, your smile widens. You’d know this heat anywhere. Upon contact your eyes flutter open, your twinflames face blocking your view from everything else. He smiles back at you.

Leaning your head against the shoulder behind you, you smile up at Yoongi. As a smile sweeps across his face, your pace begins to speed up in time with the music. Both males match your movements. The two men sandwiching you in heat, the alcohol running in your system and the glitter dusting the air around you, for the first time since before your brother died, you didn’t feel alone.

💜♾💜♾💜

Sitting up abruptly, leaning over the side of the bed you throw up into the bowl that was placed there for you…again. Never again are you drinking that much alcohol. You have been throwing up for the last 2 hours.

After emptying the contents of your stomach once again, you sit there for a moment replaying last night's events. You remember Tae and Yoongi joining you to dance, but that’s the only solid memory you have. After that only bits and pieces have chosen to stick around. Like how the two boys brought you home, and you refused to let go of either of their hands. Fear of being cold again or being alone and in pain you had asked them to stay.

Looking around your bedroom, you don’t see a trace of either boy being there. Maybe they left after you passed out?

“Oh good, you're awake!” Taehyung said cheerfully, breaking you out of your thoughts. He walks over to you handing you a glass of water and pills before sitting next to you. “For your head and stomach. We ordered food as well, it should be here soon.”

You smile gratefully at him before chucking back the pills and most of the water.

“I’m really sorry.” You mumble down into the glass now in your lap.

“No.” Your twinflame refusing to have any pity party’s for you. “I’m glad we could help and be there for you.”

You look at him with complete adoration in your eyes, then look over to the older, who is leaning against your door frame. Shock hits you when you remember they had just finished the festival last night.

“Oh my god-“ cover your mouth with the hand that isn’t holding the glass. “The show! You guys must be exhausted! Do the others know you ran off? What if they realize you're not there? What happened to me last night? Is Jimin ok?”

You couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. All concerns are now out in the open.

“We got enough sleep after bringing you back.” Yoongi begins to answer all your questions. “Yes they know we’re not there. I told them we stayed the night here.”

Taehyung looks at his hyung quizzically, making the older smirk in response. An unsaid understanding crosses between them. You frown, how come you don’t get it?

“Uh firefly,” Tae pets your hair and brings your attention back to him. “We’re not sure what exactly happened last night but …… Jimin he uh…”

You feel the bed dip on the other side of you, yoongi mirroring Taehyung's position. Yoongi intertwined his fingers through yours and you looked at him.

“Jimin didn’t come home with the rest of us last night.” Yoongi said unsure whether he should rip the bandaid off or ease you in gently. “He went with a girl from the venue.”

You heard Yoongi. Jimin went back with someone. You stare at your bathroom door across the room.

You want to laugh. That was what that pain was? Memories of the pain that had driven you to drink resurface in your mind. That was because he went home with someone? You had to go through all that because he wanted to seek out pleasure.

If only the two boys next to you knew how hard you were trying not to laugh. You were in pain alone because Jimin wasn’t alone? This was cruel. But even though you should be pissed, tearing to shout at your soulmate for being careless and selfish and pathetic to seek out someone who wasn’t you. You can't find the anger.

The scarce reality of the voice plaguing your mind tells you only one thing.

Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

You.

Will.

Always.

Be.

Alone.

You are destined to be alone because your soulmate doesn’t want you. He’d rather be in the company of someone that isn’t you.

Fighting back with the last bit of sanity you had. You force your rising hysteria down.

“Oh” is all you can manage.

The boys share a look behind your back before continuing.

“You have to tell him-… or maybe it’s time for the bond to be officially rejected.” Yoongi gives the only two options that he and Tae could come up with.

“I know this is hard for you, but I think you have to make a decision.” Your twinflames rubs circles into your back.

“I know.” Your voice comes out raw and hoarse.

Ok || About Time

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 13

About Time

Warnings: ANGST

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: It's about time we did some talking.

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“Tae!” Your voice laced with urgency rang across the phone.

“What’s wrong Firefly?!” Panic instantly rising in his.

“Something happened. I need you.” You replied nervously.

“Where are you?”

“Remember that club you and Yoongi found me in?” You question, keeping your voice an octave higher than usual.

“Yes, I’m on my way!” You can already hear him breathing heavily as his pace picks up.

“Quickly!” You beg before hanging up. A smirk plays on your lips as you place your phone back into your back pocket and turn around.

“You ready?” You ask the person in front of you, as you slide back into the booth.

“As I’ll ever be.” Mi Young sighs.

It had been a couple days since Jimin was with someone. You had time to digest exactly what happened, but something still nagged at you. But for now you had pushed it aside to focus on something you deemed even more important.

You contacted Mi Young the day after, instantly having a connection with your twinflames soulmate you knew you couldn’t wait for them to meet. She was a strong willed, dependable, caring individual who loved to shower her friends with affection. But of course she was not only beautiful on the outside, but also on the inside.

You two had talked non stop about setting this up. Mind you, you did manage to leave out the tiny detail that he is Kim Taehyung of BTS. Something you could use as an inside joke later on.

So tonight, here you were with Mi Young and the rest of your group at the club she works at. A couple of dancers from HYBE, another producer and 3 PA’s. Thankfully all who she had warmed up to, but not recognized.

While she sits next to you in a dark booth in the back, her leg is constantly bouncing. You scan the front entrance for your twinflame, feeling his emotions rising. Low and behold he bolts into the club with Yoongi in tow.

“Here we go.” You smile at Mi Young, giving her a smile and her thigh a squeeze before standing up from the booth.

Walking towards the open space you wave your arm over your head catching their attention. Both rushing over to you through the sea of people.

“Firefly, are you ok? What’s going on?” Taehyung pants, struggling to breathe again.

“I’m ok Tae, I have someone I need you to meet.” You smile at him, fluffy his hair and moving it out of his eyes.

“Who?” He asks worriedly, eyes widening at you.

You side step out of the way, winking at Yoongi as you turn.

“Taehyung, this-” You gesture to the girl that had followed you out of the booth and had hid behind you. “Is Mi Young. Mi Young this is my twinflame Taehyung.”

You gesture to him and take a step back to give them room, slightly bumping into Yoongi’s left side as you do.

You watch as the two soulmates make eye contact, light reflects in their eyes as they go through the soul journey together.

“You planned this.” Yoongi whispers into your ear, not a question but more of an understanding of your underhandedness. You giggle and grab his hand.

“C’mon.” Pulling him towards the booth, letting the two have their moment uninterrupted. Sliding back into the booth Yoongi now sitting next to you, you both order drinks from the waitress currently at the table.

5 minutes later you receive 2 messages. One from your twinflame and one from his soulmate.

‘We're going to go outside for a walk, to talk. Thank you Firefly. I love you.’ - Taehyung.

‘I’m going to kill you….but thank you!!!!’ - Mi Young.

Chuckling to yourself, you show Yoongi the texts you recieved, him also releasing a dark chuckle.

Comfortably you spent the rest of the night eating, and drinking with friends. Not letting yourself dwell on the decision you had to make.

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It has been 4 weeks since that night. You haven’t spent a day not thinking about what happened. Both Yoongi and Taehyungs words constantly haunt you, regardless if you were spending time with Jimin or not.

Jimin was working hard to respect the boundaries you had put in place, and you hadn’t felt pain since that night. To which you were unbelievably thankful for. But the need to know what happened that night was like an itch you couldn't scratch, just out of reach.

“Have you thought about what we said?” Taehyung asks, plopping down next to you happily on the couch. Yoongi flinging himself on the other side of you. You nod your head, paper tea cup still to your mouth. Texting Mi Young about your schedule for next week.

Tae had begged you to let his soulmate know what was truly going on. You had some reservations about it, but in the end you agreed to her knowing. So now, instead of two overly concerned individuals hounding you, you have 3. But at least you have a female to talk to about it. Well you would, if you could find it in you to voice, how bad things are for you.

Chugging the last of your tea you glance around the lounge. For any sight of the other members or anyone else that could possibly listen in on your conversation. Apart from you 3 there were only 4 other people, but they were across the room.

“I have.” You stated matter of factly, leaning back arms crossed over your chest. “But I think I need to understand a few things first before I make it final.”

You frown, down at your empty tea on the coffee table in front of you. You know they want to know exactly what was going through your mind, but you couldn’t explain it. Too much was whirling around, but also nothing at all. You need to know more.

“Are you guys done for today?” You ask, still refusing to look at them.

They share a quizzical look before Yoongi responds. “Yea, we finished early today.” You nod.

Noises from the hall indicate people are heading to the lounge. You don’t bother looking up when they enter, you know who they are. You abruptly stand, spooking both men next to you.

“Jimin!” You call out looking at your soulmate. “Do you want to go to that cafe we talked about last time? If you’re free.”

Your soulmate perks up, noticing you. “Yes! I’m free!”

“But hyung you said you’d go with me to-” Jungkook starts, but Jimin nudges him in the rib cage silencing him.

“Let’s go!” He sings walking over to you.

You smile at him before grabbing your stuff, waving over your shoulder to the dumbstruck boys you left on the couch. You walk out of the building with Jimin by your side.

The cafe you were heading to was only a couple blocks away, so you both opted to walk there. Once there, you both order drinks and a bakery good. Then head up to the second story of the shop to enjoy yourselves on the veranda.

You had been talking for a while now, both on your second mugs of coffee and tea. You don’t know how to bring it up. Friends or not you have to just ask.

“How was the party after the festival?” You ask, sipping on your tea. Trying to calm your nerves.

“It was good.” He replied sheepishly. Spooning another piece of sponge cake into his mouth.

“Tae told me, you left with someone?” You push, keeping your voice steady and as light as possible.

He places his spoon down on his plate and runs his hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair.

“Yea, I did.” He won’t make eye contact with you.

“Jimin, you’re allowed to live a little.” You force a chuckle, placing your drink back down. “We are friends aren’t we?”

“No, I know. It’s just-” He starts. Finally he looks at you, shame written on his face. You’re trying to force your body to relax. Hands wanting to ball into fists. Feet ready to run. But you hold your ground against your instincts and fake a soft smile.

“I did go with this girl, back to her hotel room.” He tries again, still the look of shame lingers in his eyes. “Everything was going great-....but - I couldn’t. I felt like I was hit with this nauseating feeling, like I was suffocating so I left.”

Now it was your turn to be dumbfounded. He must have noticed your confusion.

“One minute clothes were coming off and I was kissing her, then all I could hear was this deafening beat, and this feeling of..you know when you drink too much, but you’re still drinking more? Kind of like that. And I swear I could see spotlights when I closed my eyes. And then I was back in the room again with her, but when I touched her again….it felt like I couldn’t breathe, almost like I was drowning. I panicked and went back to the dorm.”

What kind of sick punishment was this? He only felt your bond when he was with someone else? Now you really wanted to laugh. You were passed crying, tears didn’t make you feel better. That explains why you hadn’t been in any pain since that night. Jimin was too shaken up about it to talk to anyone, therefore his usual retorts about having a soulmate remained in his thoughts only.

Your twinflame and Yoongi are right. You feel so close to being dead inside, you have to make a decision.

But what they didn’t know was that you already had.

Weeks ago you made your decision, when there wasn’t any pain. Being accustomed to the cold void you found yourself in. You had been able to think clearly, but you knew you couldn’t tell them. Not yet.

“Answer me honestly then,” You stare into his eyes, set in your choice, no matter his answer. “If you knew who your soulmate is, would you feel any different?”

There was a long pause, as he stared back at you. His face blank as he thought over your question.

“The stubborn part of me wants to say ‘no’, but to tell you the truth, I really don’t know.” He finally answers. “I guess I have a lot of issues trusting people. Even if they are my soulmate, I don’t think I could just instantly trust them.”

“It’s understandable if it makes you uncomfortable.” You reassure him.

“It’s not just being uncomfortable. I've had multiple friends, idol friends that have been used by their soulmates selfishness. I’m constantly worried about Jin and Namjoon and don’t even get me started on Tae, he was so eager to find his and now he has and he does look happy. But I’ve seen how selfish a soulmate can be, I’ve lost friends because of them. They aren’t themselves anymore, it's like they get completely lost until they’re just a shell of who they are.”

“It’s understandable to have fears.” You soothe. “Our past experiences shape us, they affect decisions we make now.”

He stares at you even more intently now, looking like he wants to say something else, you wait.

“I overheard Tae and Yoongi-hyung talking, your soul mirror is sick?” Well… that wasn’t what you were expecting.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” You reach for your tea, nodding and taking a sip.

“Are you scared?” Jimin whispers. Definitely not where you thought this conversation was going to go.

“Not anymore.” You replied honestly. “The damage is done and there's nothing I can do about it.”

“If you could talk to your soulmate what would you say?” Jimin becomes highly focused on your next words. As if he is looking for his own answer.

“I’d probably ask them to reject our bond.” Looking down at your finger tapping on your mug. “Living everyday in pain is terrible. It’s better to rip it away than to watch it slowly being pulled apart.

“.....you wouldn’t do it yourself?”

Your breath comes out a little shakily, but you know what it is that you're subtly implying to him. It’s time to make that decision, and not just think about it.

“No. I believe people should be able to choose.” You look at him again. Unfaltering, steady. You’re ready. “To find their own version of happiness.”

You reach into your jacket pocket to reach something you have been carrying around since you made your decision weeks ago. At this point it was taunting you every time you remembered it was there. Leaning across the table you slide a business card from the clinic to him, the same clinic with the soul reader… the soul reader that just so happens to also be a Kosmos weaver.

“And that includes you Jimin. You need to do what will make you happy.” Decision made. “No one can force you into a bond you don’t want. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you. Because it’s your choice.”

Cry About It Later || Don’t Tell Me What You See

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 14

Don't Tell Me What You See

Warnings: ANGST

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: My heart breaks for Tae writing this. But it's time for everything to be out in the open.

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Passing out at work was not really in your plans for today... Especially not in front of your twinflame. Unfortunately for you, any secrets you had kept quiet from this man, had blown up in your face and you had to deal with his fury.

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You are chatting cheerfully to Taehyung as you make your way back from lunch. Jimin, Namjoon and Hoseok are working in Namjoons studio, and all agreed to meet back there after eating.

The studio door is open ajar, so you can hear the boys inside. Reaching for the handle you freeze, when you hear Namjoon ask.

“Are you seriously thinking of rejecting your soulmate?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Jimin’s voice echoes through you, you can’t look at your twinflame. You can feel him drilling holes into you with his stare. However, his gaze isn’t what terrifies you, or even Jimins words. It’s the oh so familiar frozen tar like hands reaching up to your abdomen.

“I don’t know, but are you sure?” Namjoon responds, clear exhaustion in his voice. “Like really sure? Like you’ve really thought about this?”

“Yes, Hyung. I’ve really thought about this.” Jimin explains clearly exasperated. “I’ve always said this, I don’t want a soulmate. How many times do I have to say it to you guys before you listen to me. I don’t want a soulmate, I don’t want a soul bond. I don’t trust these ‘threads’, you talk about. I have never wanted one and I don’t now.”

You finally look at Taehyung. You can’t tell him you’re ok, because you’re not. You can feel your mirror cracks widening, letting in more cold, more ice, more chill. Looking him in the eyes, you see the fire, he’s beyond angry, but all you want to do is ask him for help. You realize your body is locked, you cannot physically move. Your blood is all but solid, your pulse begins to slow as your heart freezes over. And you can feel the suffocating tar in your lungs. Your breath comes out shallow and in a fog as it collides with the warm air of the hallway. The last thing you see is your twinflames paniked face as your eyes roll back.

Taehyung grabs you before you collide with the floor. Your skin is almost transparent, your lips gone blue and your eyes are lifeless. He’ll be pissed later, right now he needs to get you help.

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Slowly you begin to open your eyes, vision blurry you are blinded by a familiar glaringly white room of the soul reader clinic. You groan as you force yourself up on your elbows, trying to recall what happened. Taking in your surroundings you see and feel an extremely rage filled Taehyung staring at you from across the room, with what you can only describe as killing intent.

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Sitting silently in the passenger seat of Taehyungs was undoubtly torture in itself. You can visibly see him shake with infatuation. He had called Yoongi to meet at your apartment. He had refused to look at you or even speak to you, slamming the car door shut behind you.

Now you follow him up to your apartment. You sit on the couch and wait, he’s passing back and forth across the room, trying to hold himself back until at least his hyung arrives. Knocks resonate from your front door before he stomps his way over and lets Yoongi in.

They both make their way over to you.

“Are you going to tell him or am I?” Taehyung breathes sharply, still trying to hold himself back.

“Tell me what?” Yoongi eyes you waraily. He’s never seen Taehyung this irate before.

You don’t speak. You can’t find the words, you’re unsure of how much your twinflame knows, but from the emotions radiating off of him…..it’s a lot, if not everything. You stare at the floor.

“Did you think we wouldn’t find out?” Taehyung yells at the wall of your living room. You don’t jump, as Yoongi does. You can’t anymore, you’re too exhausted.

“Why didn’t you tell us, we could have helped you! We could have talked to him with you! We could have stopped this.” His deep voice booms around the room. “Why did you do this to yourself?! Why did you let this happen?!”

“You don’t know what it’s like!” You scream back, launching yourself from your seat. “You think I would choose this? Neither of you have any idea what it’s like.”

“So don’t look at me like that……” You stare viciously back at your soulmate.

“Just don’t look at me..” You are barely audible now.

It feels like eternity before anyone speaks.

“Do you want to know what I see?” Taehyung forces out calmly. You shake your head aggressively.

“Stop it Tae” You beg, a chill sweeping over you, as you try to hold yourself together.

“I see a strong, talented, independent, confident woman who is dedicated to her job, her friends and family. Who shows incredible loyalty to her beliefs and choices.” Taehyung begins, walking closer to you.

“Tae please”

“But you know what else I see?” He continues, ignoring your pleas. Now he’s right in front of you. “I see someone who would rather suffer than let someone else know they’re the cause. Someone who chooses other people over herself again and again. Someone who-“

“STOP. STOP IT!” Your voice is hoarse, throat itching with every word. “don’t….. DONT”

“Guys!” Yoongi finally speaks. “What is going on?”

“Y/N told Jimin to reject their bond.” Taehyung grumbles, he’s not backing down. Neither are you.

“You what?” Yoongi is taken by complete surprise.

“I did.” You state matter of factly.

“You could die!” Taehyung is at his wits end. His emotions are now getting the better of him. “Don’t you care?”

“You told me to make a decision.” You spit back bitterly “So I made one.”

“Not this, please.” Taehyung crumbles, legs giving out. Planting himself on one of your arm chairs, sobs wracking through his body.

Your mind calms when you see your twinflame break down. You look at Yoongi who has gone rigid. He’s staring at the floor, letting everything sink in. Understanding flashes on his face when he looks up at you. You let in a deep inhale then exhale. Hands relax from fists, you didn’t realize you were grasping. You slowly walk over to Taehyung, crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder. He hesitantly looks up, gaze cast over your shoulder, tears still streaming down his face. You peer at the older again and you see tears cascading down his round cheeks as he looks at you two.

“I’ve been running since my brother died. Running away from facing Jimin and this soulmate bond.” You smooth his hair away from his face, Yoongi now crouching next to you on the floor. “I’m not running anymore Tae. Please trust me. Trust that I’m strong enough to live through this”

Reaching over you wipe the tears of Yoongi’s face, as he croaks. “Please don’t do this..”

Taehyung envelopes you both on the floor. Both men are now clinging to you. For the first time they notice. Just how cold your skin is, and they break even more.

About Time || Finally Warm

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 15

Finally Warm

Warnings: I’M SORRY.

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Are we ready?

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“I just have to take a phone call.” You call out to the guys in the dorm living room.

Namjoon nods at you as they begin to open up the boxes of pizza. It was movie night tonight at the dorms. You had planned tonight specifically, Tae was currently picking up Mi Young. While the rest of the members, except one, were hankering down for the 3rd movie of the night.

You quietly escape their dorm apartment, shutting the door silently behind you.

“Hello?” You answer your phone, beginning to make your way up to the rooftop veranda.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Jimin replies from the other end of the line.

“So you made it there ok?” You smile sadly.

“Yea, thankfully no one recognizes me.” He replies excitedly. “The Kosmos weaver says it should take about 45 minutes or so from start to finish.”

“You sound excited.” You comment. You open the door to the roof, using your shoulder.

“I am! I feel like I’m going to be free for the first time since getting my mark.” He sighs.

“I really am happy for you Jimin.” Your smile never falters.

‘We’ll both be free’ You think to yourself. You would make it through this. You promised Tae, Yoongi …. And yourself.

“They just called my name! I got to go.” He chirps. “But y/n, thank you. Your support in this means so much to me. I’m really glad we met.”

“I’ll always support you Jimin, you deserve to be happy.” Nothing could be more true than those words spoken.

“I’ll see you after this ok?” He asks.

“Yea.” You breathe deeply. “I’ll see you after.”

You hang up the phone and put it into the back pocket of your jeans, after placing it on silent. Leaning on the glass barrier that surrounds the veranda, your gaze falls on the sunset. If this was going to be the last sunset you were going to see, then you are going to enjoy it. Every last second of it.

Eventually you begin to feel a heat radiate from your right hip. Standing up, you lift your shirt slightly to see a crack along your skin, glowing golden. Another appears on your left arm, you smile to yourself. At Least it’s warm. No more worrying about the dull, painfully cold ache that has wrapped itself around your body like a cocoon. This was different, there was a strange comfort in this lull you found yourself slipping into.

You smile to yourself, as more golden cracks appear on your flesh. You welcome the heat they brought to your body. You think about the boys in the dorm below you, you think of Yoongi and Tae specifically. All that you had gone through with them. All that you had put them through.

You can feel the cracks snaking across your entire being, including your soul mirror. You close your eyes and breathe deep. Finally you can fully relax. Opening your eyes, you see the golden glittering dust float around you, almost like it's dancing in the wind. More and more flutter through the air and looking down you realize, it’s all coming from you.

You feel the thread bond thinning. You feel like you can finally speak. Finally say the words that this madness has been forbidding you to say. Constricting you, freezing you from being able to voice these words.

“Jimin, I’m your soulmate.”

The gold dust shoots higher into the air, reflecting the colours of the sunset before you. You extend your hand into the air above you, watching the cracks bursting with light forming on your limb. You can see gold swim in your iris’. All you feel is warmth, and weightlessness.

Then there is nothing but gold. You can no longer see anything but gold. You smile to yourself once again, before you feel your body fall.

You feel nothing as you hit the veranda.

Dont Tell Me What You See || ENDS??

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Don't Tell Me What You See

Golden

Warnings:

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Which ending is your favourite?

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It had almost been a year to the day since you had lost consciousness on the veranda of the dorms. And everyone was slowly piecing their lives back together. Some semblance of normalcy. Friendships needed to be rebuilt, trust remade and forgiveness offered.

The tension in the Bangtan dorm was suffocatingly thick. Taehyung struggled to contain himself when in Jimin’s presence. Yoongi maintained a courteous but cautious distance from him, opting to stick himself to Tae in order to keep him in check when working.

The two friends hadn’t talked since that night. Their conversation was less than pleasant, Jimin only able to express shock, and Tae only being fueled by anger, his words spitting out of him like acid. He knew it wasn’t purely Jimin's fault, but he couldn’t take it out on you…. Not any more.

Walking along the river side, Taehyung makes his way idly. Not really thinking about where he’s going, he just felt claustrophobic in the dorms. Slowing his steps, he looks up to see a light festival. The same one you, him and Yoongi had been to last year. His eyes glaze over remembering the good times. The only true few times he now knew you were happy.

Trailing around the strings of lights, his gaze focuses on a figure leaning against the rivers railing on the far end, behind the canopies. The lights reflect off of the water creating a golden vibrant glow. Concentrating on his breathing, he forces one foot in front of the other, heading in the figure's direction. Almost like someone was pushing him forward a golden haze he hadn’t noticed before dusting his feet. Unable to stop himself, until right next to the other male. Leaning back against the railing, he inhales deeply for one final time. Now or never.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been taking it out on you.” Taehyung finally says, staring at the lights of the festival. “I know it’s not your fault.”

“No, I am to blame.” Jimin contradicts, unmoving from his position. Unable to look at his friend. “I should have known-I put her through so much. It’s all my fault. You have every right to be furious with me, to never want to speak to or see me again.”

“She knew what she was doing Jimin.” Taehyung sighs, it wasn’t a lie, because even at the end you knew. “She made her choice and allowed you to do the same. I’m just angry because... ”

Choking on his own voice, he tries to fight back the emotions he’s been hiding away, hiding away for so long. But they are bubbling to the surface and his self made dam breaks.

“....she broke her promise.” Tears streaming down Taehyung's face as he looks up to the Kosmos.

“I wish she told me.” Jimin whispers, eyes still trained on the glowing golden shimmer of the river..

“Would you have trusted her if she did?” Taehyung asks hoarsely, swallowing hard to regain himself. “Would you have wanted to stay bonded?”

Jimin doesn’t answer at first, but then slowly shakes his head no.

“Honestly, are you happier now that you don’t have a soul bond?” Taehyung asks. Deadpanning at the now golden glistening lights, as the happy atmosphere of the festival dims in his eyes.

Jimins whole body tenses, he’s unsure of what to say. How to answer...does he lie or tell his friend the horrible truth?

“Please.” Taehyung breathes, pleading. He needs to know, he’s desperate to know if what you’ve chosen was in vain.

“Yes. I feel a huge sense of relief, no more anxiety…..” Jimin speaks softly. Choosing not to lie. Picking his words carefully. “Just an overwhelming feeling of guilt and disgust towards myself.”

“Don’t.” Taehyung stops his friend. “That’s not what she would have wanted. We both know that deep down.”

“Taehyung-ie - can we….are we… I don’t want…..” Jimin lets out a small sob, shoulders hunched up. Refusing to make eye contact. “to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either.” Taehyung sniffles back any remaining tears, still not looking at Jimin either.

Then a golden shimmer catches his eye towards the light festival. His gaze follows a glittering golden shimmer weave through people in the air, like an opac cloud moving with purpose and direction. In the instance of a blink he sees your transparent form standing down the end of the path, smiling at them fondly. Nodding your head you scrunch your nose. Taehyung smiles at you, finally feeling the weight of everything lift from his body. He nods back at you.

A couple passes by in front of you, and it's as though you had evaporated back into the golden shimmer. The cloud swirls around momentarily before racing towards the darkened night sky.

Letting his eyes drop down to the ground. He chuckles lightly to himself.

“How about this,” He hums, finally looking at Jimin. “Let me show you around this festival, Y/N loved the lights.”

“I’d really like that.” Jimin smiles as he straightens up and turns to him, at long last returning his gaze. And for the first time since that night they both felt like they could breathe again.

Finally Warm || Stars || Coral Reef || Golden

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Don't Tell Me What You See

Stars

Warnings:

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Which ending is your favourite?

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“Tae!” Jimin screeches over the phone. Lungs burning as he sprints down block after block to get back to the dorms.

“What?” Taehyungs voice booms back, his gut was telling him something was wrong a while ago but he had brushed it off.

“Where is y/n?” He pants desperately.

“Um, she said she had a phone call to take, but I don’t know where she is now. Why?” Taehyung notices the panic in Jimin's voice, realizing something is seriously wrong, it wasn’t just his gut acting up. “Why JIMIN?”

“You need to find her please! I’m so stupid, Tae, you need to find her.” He sobs over the phone, still running, pace never faltering. “She’s my soulmate! PLEASE FIND HER.”

Taehyung springs to his feet, he looks around wildly at his soulmate and members.

“Does anyone know where Y/N went?!” He practically yells at them.

“No, what's going on?” Jin jumps in the kitchen.

“Jimin, we'll find her, just get here.” He barks before hanging up his phone and yeeting it onto the couch.

“Wha-” Hoseok starts.

Taehyung makes eye contact with Yoongi, compelling his hyung to understand the urgency.

“He knows.” Eyes as wide as they can get, Yoongi stands up.

“Guys, everyone split up!” Yoongi takes over. “We need to find her NOW.”

Everyone eyes each other, confusion running deep. They didn’t have time for this.

“MOVE IT!” He screams. Everyone breaks into action.

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Eyes fluttering slightly open, all you see is gold dust. It could be regular dust in the air, catching the light of the lamps above you, but you can’t quite tell. Warmth radiates through your body and you feel content with lying there forever. Something twitches against your left palm, you give into curiosity as your eyes crack open a little more over to your side. There appears to be a figure hunched over your bed, sleeping by its side, hand in yours. The warm fog makes it hard to clearly see who it is, but the gold dust swirls delicately around them. The warmth in your hand, the gold dust... you know this warmth.

As your haze lulls back over you, you hear shuffling. The hand in yours tightens, and you force yourself through the fog. Eyes rolling open, the figure is above you. Fuzzy in your view, their mouth is moving, but you hear nothing. The gold dust hovers over them as you begin to focus just enough.

Reaching up your right hand, you place a palm against the soft warm cheek, heat flows into your hand. Glistening, large eyes stare back at you, dark circles hanging underneath. You can barely see them. Your eyes travel to the moving mouth, plush lips that look like they have been chewed on relentlessly continue in vain.

“I know this face…” Your weak attempt at speaking, stilling the moving mouth.

Making eye contact once again, you feel a faint pull. A tug really, of threads you thought were lost. Warmth tickling your heart. Galaxies shone in these eyes.

“I know these stars.” You say again, a soft smile appearing on your face.

His soft, angelic voice finally pierces through the clouds in your ears.

“And I know you, my soulmate.” Jimin sings, resting his forehead to yours as tears silently slip out of his closed eyes, down his face.

Breathing in deeply, warm air enters your body, it begins to thaw your icy lungs. A wave of heat rolls over your body, rushing through you, into your every limb, every appendage, every vein, every molecule. You feel a jolt through your body, pulling back slightly you look at him, confusion etched in your face. He lets out a deep breathe, slowly opens his eyes and…..you’re gone.

No longer are you in your hospital bed, but in the center of of a mirrored disk, floating in what looked like galaxies. These were the planets and stars you had seen so many months prior, the celestial bodies looking stoic as they shone from a distance. You look around confused, then you notice it.

On the outer edge of the disk, walking straight towards you is a figure. The end of a swirling golden thread loops its way over to the figure, disappearing into its chest. You follow the golden tether with your eyes, finally noticing its other end.

You. You are the other end, the golden strand leads directly into your chest. You stare at it in bewilderment, its warm, the warmth you’ve been trying to find for so long. It’s pulsing with heat.

You’re brain still laced with the fog of before, you can’t comprehend what exactly is happening. A luminescent hand grasps under your chin, lifting you to face the figure. Eyes locking with the childlike face in front of you.

“Sorry, I took so long.” Jimin smiles at you before wrapping you in his arms. You are engulfed by heat. Your body finally regulating to a normal body temperature. All sense of cold now completely gone. The disk below shines bright, too bright as your whisked away, back to your hospital room.

You stare at him from your bed, eyes wide. Lost in all that just happened.

“There’s no amount of apologizing I can do, you don’t have to forgive me. But please know, I’ve really thought about this. I want it to be you. I’m sorry I’ve been so blind and ignorant and selfish and a complete idiot. If you give me this chance I promise to make it up to you, I’ll spend the rest of my existence making you happy.” Words continue to tumble from his mouth, all lost in the only thought screaming at you loudly in your mind. With every sound of his voice, the last of the cold lingering in you recedes. Till only your toes are frostbitten.

“Did you…..accept…” Your breath hitches, as you feel a warm tear escape your eyes.

“Yes.” He breathes, cupping your face in his hands. “I choose you.”

Finally you are able to feel your toes again.

Finally Warm || Stars. || Coral Reef || Golden

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Don't Tell Me What You See

Coral Reef

Warnings:

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Which ending is your favourite?

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The whole ride back to the dorms, his knuckles have gone white from holding the steering wheel like a vice. Something is wrong with you, he can feel it in his gut.

“Where is y/n?” He desperately needs to find you, rushing into the dorm room, Mi Young panicked behind him.

“Um, she said she had a phone call to take, but I don’t know where she is now. Why?” Yoongi notices the panic in Taehyung's face, realizing something is seriously wrong. “Why Tae?”

Taehyung runs to the bedrooms, taking a quick look inside and then coming back out, he looks around wildly at his soulmate and members.

“Does anyone know where Y/N went?!” He practically yells at them.

“No, what's going on?” Jin jumps in the kitchen.

“Something’s wrong.” He barks.

“Wha-” Hoseok starts.

Taehyung makes eye contact with Yoongi, compelling his hyung to understand the urgency.

“She’s not picking up her phone.” Mi Young exclaims. Eyes as wide as they can get, Yoongi stands up.

“Guys, everyone split up!” Yoongi takes over. “We need to find her NOW.”

Everyone eyes each other, confusion running deep. They didn’t have time for this.

“MOVE IT!” He screams. Everyone breaks into action.

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Eyes fluttering slightly open, all you see is gold dust. It could be regular dust in the air, catching the light of the lamps above you, but you can’t quite tell. Warmth radiates through your body and you feel content with lying there forever. Something twitches against your left palm, you give into curiosity as your eyes crack open a little more over to your side. There appears to be a figure hunched over your bed, sleeping by its side, hand in yours. The warm fog makes it hard to clearly see who it is. The gold dust swirls delicately around them and then floats off to the room's door. Almost like it wanted you to follow it. The warmth in your hand twitches, you know this warmth.

“Tae.” You manage a whisper. He shoots up instantly. Eyes unadjusted, body trembling, he looks at you. Tears slip down his face, hooking on his jawline.

“I promised, didn’t I?” You exhale softly chuckling. Your body is still heavy and the gold dust lingers at the door.

“Yea, you did Firefly.” Tae’s muffled words linger in your hair as he now hugs you. “You did promise.”

As he helps you to sit up, the golden haze still surrounds you.

“How long-” You start.

“2 weeks.”

“Jimin-”

“He’s ok. A little shaken up, extremely apologetic, but ok.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. But somehow knowing Jimin is ok, isn’t as much of a relief as you thought it would be. You frown.

“My soul mark?” You ask.

“Gone. No more yellow balloon.” He informs you, nodding. You look around the room, unsure. You're happy the balloon is gone, and that Jimin is ok. But something feels wrong. Something is missing.

“Where’s Yoong-” Unable to finish your sentence, you feel as though you have plummeted into the ocean. Not cold, slightly warm, but you're still able to breathe. Your lungs inflate with air you didn’t know you needed.

“Y/N!” Taehyung grabs a hold of your arm to steady you. “What’s that?”

Following his gaze down to your left collarbone, there’s a shape forming. It doesn’t look like anything you’ve seen before. 3 blue lines. One coming from the junction of your neck and shoulder about halfway out, stopping and turning straight up to the top of your trapezius, and another extending from the middle of that line out to the end of your shoulder.

You and Tae look at each other, confusion evident between the two of you.

“Is this another-” You are completely awestruck. Another soulmate mark? How? Having a second chance soulmate has only ever been seen twice in history.

“But who-?” Taehyung begins, but he’s cut off by a loud banging outside your hospital door. It slams open with a heavily breathing Yoongi hunched over.

“Yoongi? What are you-” Your eyes lock with his.

And suddenly you're under the ocean. Standing on the soft sandy floor, the sand almost looks like...gold dust. It shimmers and floats up when you wiggle your toes. You smile to yourself. Standing on a flat plain, you’re surrounded by large coral reefs. Fish swimming in and out of crevices. Schools of fish above you, create shadows on the sandy surface around you. Your body is luminescent in the dark tone of the water. Glowing a soft golden, the same glow you notice, as one moving around the other side of the reef.

For the first time, your legs don't feel like they’re full of lead. You walk towards the glow, the other glow also slowly making its way to you. A bigger smile spreads across your face as it nears, reaching out your right hand as you are so close to it. A hand appears out of the opposite glow, fingers interlacing with yours. The glows and golden dust now matches intensity. You look at his face and everything becomes almost too bright.

When your eyes once again connect you are thrust back into your hospital bed, Yoongi still standing at the door.

“Did you two just?” Taehyung, unable to finish his own sentence, starts to laugh. Walking over to his hyung and swinging his arm over the olders shoulders “Now you're stuck with your chaperones for LIFE.”

Taehyung pushes his hyung towards you before, excusing himself and shutting the two of you in your hospital room alone.

“Well, I didn’t expect this.” Yoongi stands awkwardly near you, hand rubbing the nap of his neck. Worry playing on his face as he stares at the floor.

Cocking your head to the side, you take note of the golden haze surrounding him. Swirling at his feet. You smile.

“You were always warm.” You chuckle softly. His face turns a light shade of pink, recalling his own words.

You pat the side of your bed, the side Tae had been occupying. He shuffles over to the bed, taking a seat next to you. Warmth rolls over you. The closer he is, your body begins to regulate itself again. You hold your hand up, allowing him to instantly intertwine your fingers. The lingering cold recedes further until only your toes remain frostbitten. You both let out a deep contented sigh of relief, as you lean your head against his shoulder. You feel his breath on the top of your head before he leaves a comforting kiss in your hair.

Finally, you are able to feel your toes again.

Finally Warm || Stars || Coral Reef || Golden

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